16. Not Quite an Exorcism
Amy snarled, hissed and struggled wildly as Danny and Drake carried her outside, almost to the spot where Danny had been crucified years before. There Drake held me while Danny tied me to the shortest cross I had ever seen, in a kneeling position, restrained at the wrists, waist and ankles. Amy flexed my wrists and the rope started to bite.
“Don’t struggle,” Danny cautioned her, “it will only hurt more and serve to quicken the process.”
Amy hissed and spat at Danny, though it fell well short of the mark.
“We know someone else is in that body with Helena. Give me your name.”
“Go f**k yourself,” Amy hissed. “You can’t touch me if you don’t know my name.”
“I think I already know it. You see, my friend here,” Danny was actually referring to Drake as his friend,
