“Aso, cuff his arms and legs and attach these chains. And no funny business, Matt. Or I tell Rick to kill Damian. And then that will be his death on you, I wonder how your friends would react, you couldn’t get Damian to fall in love with you, so you killed him instead?” she asked as she looked down at her phone.
Matt watched silently, seething as he watched Aso handcuff his wrists and ankles, and then he, not so skillfully, attached the silver chains. The cuffs began to dig into his skin when he tried to see how tight they were, and Aso, seeing they were slightly loose, tightened them; now they were constantly digging into his skin, and he knew they would leave a scar.
Maureen smiled as she went over to the closest. She came back out with a small box. “What are you doing with that?” he h
