Chapter 27
Stefan was woken the next morning by his cuffs being unlocked.
He blinked sleepily at Daz in confusion, then yelped when his pyjama bottoms were ripped off. The socks followed. When he clutched at the T-shirt to prevent its removal, Daz simply ripped it open and tore the ruined fabric away. In a matter of seconds, Stefan was completely naked and being dragged from the warm bed to cold air by the arms.
“What’s—Sir, what’s—”
Daz said nothing. Stefan was dragged to the stairs and down them, stumbling as he fought to keep up. Adrenalin was rushing through his veins. Cool fear. His heart was pounding. The living room was cold. And when the back door was opened, Stefan grabbed for the door frame.
“No!”
His fingers were bent back and removed, and he was shoved out into the snow w
