Will's stomach clenched tight as a curled fist, sending a wave of nausea through him. She didn't want to feel it. What... whatever he was doing to her body. (Will could guess. All she'd told Patrick about Martin, what he'd done, what he'd threatened— Will could make several guesses and every one of them made his jaw clench tighter, made the bile burn a path up the back of his throat.)
We're here, love, he thought desperately, as though desperation alone would reach her. We're coming, we'll find you. We'll get you out of there. God, they had to get her out of there.