Chapter Sixteen
No Safewords
“Wake up, baby. It’s me. Wake up.”
There she was. And this time it wasn’t just a flash of here and gone. She stayed, and her smile shone like the sun. But although Emory appeared happy, her hands pressed tight against my shoulders conveyed urgency.
“You keep winding up on our doorstep, and I’m the one who keeps finding you,” Emory said. “Some people might call that Fate.”
My arms were bound tight in back, not in leather this time, but ropes. And my legs were loose, although a long hobble rope connected my ankles. My mouth was ungagged but dry, as if something had been stuffed inside a long time. In fact, it felt as if something was still in there, but underneath my tongue. Just off to my right I did see a large pile of cotton wadding loosely weaved around
