“Can you walk?” Lyle felt around…foot, in a sneaker most likely. Those are laces. So shin, leg…
When he snagged a belt loop, Lyle pulled. “I got you,” he whispered. He tugged. The body was so light that at first Lyle thought it was a child. All but inaudible sobs were being choked through several layers of duct tape. Their gaze bounced like ping-pong balls as if to assess every inch of the space in the fastest amount of time.
“Look at me.” Lyle gently shook both shoulders. “You have to look at me!”
When the captive finally met Lyle’s gaze, Lyle put everything he had into his stare. “I’m going to take that off but you have to promise me, you have to swear on your life that you won’t make a sound. No crying. No screaming. Don’t even try to whisper.” Lyle released his hold and reached for
