Jon came around a short time later, still groggy but able to focus on the thin figure standing before him. He had been dragged to the overstuffed sofa in the living room, and he found his wrists and ankles had been bound with plastic quick-ties.
“There you are, coming around at last,” Damodar stood with hands on hips, admiring his handiwork. “I want to make this as painless as possible, so don"t make any efforts to yell or create a commotion or I will have to gag you and secure you further.”
“Okay, look,” Jon relented, “you got me. Go ahead and call your gang and take whatever you want. My girlfriend"s on her way over here. When she gets here the situation is gonna get way out of hand. Go ahead and take what you can, but you"d better get going right now.”
“Why, it"s Christmas Eve,” he r
