CHAPTER 50
WHEN THE HAZE began to clear, I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move. As I wiggled my arms behind me, something chafed at my wrists, rough and raw. I came to my senses enough to realise that I was tied to a chair. How f*****g original.
And it wasn’t only my arms. My feet were bound to the front legs and, just for good measure, there were a couple of coils around my waist as well.
“Well, this wasn’t quite the result I was hoping for, but I guess it’ll have a similar effect.” Carr’s voice jarred my brain, harsher than I remembered.
“Yourrrr crassshy,” I slurred.
Fuck, I couldn’t even speak properly. What had he given me?
“No, darling, crazy people go to jail. I’m just…adventurous.”
Oh, s**t. He was f*****g nuts.
“You’re gonna…go…to jail.”
Every word was an effort.
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