“Michael, wait, we can do whatever you want but this is unnecessary,” she pleaded. A sightless and soundless world was frightening. The black leather hood that Michael had zipped over her head held thick, soft pads of wool against her eyes and ears. No sound or touch answered her. She hung suspended from two chains attached to the ceiling with no idea where Michael was or what she was doing.
Cam broke out in a light sweat. She was a thousand miles from home, in the complete control of…what did she really know about Michael? This was Michael’s territory: her home. And it was obviously well equipped with God-knows-what. A lot could happen between a Friday night and a Monday morning. Why hadn’t she told someone where she was going for the weekend? She could have at least told Pauly. “What a
