Dave grunted as he adjusted his grip on Hunter’s limp form, cursing under his breath. He had underestimated just how heavy the man was. Dragging Hunter’s unconscious body from the door further into the room proved to be far more challenging than anticipated. Hunter’s shoes scraped against the hardwood floor as he was dragged, while Dave’s arms burned from the effort.
“Damn it, Hunter,” Dave muttered, sweat beading on his forehead. “Even when you’re out cold, you’re a pain.”
He paused to catch his breath, bending over slightly, his hands resting on his knees. For a moment, he considered leaving Hunter sprawled on the floor, but that wouldn’t work. If Hunter woke up unbound, things could escalate quickly. Dave knew Hunter was strong, maybe even stronger than him. He didn't need to test tha
