Miranda's POV:
Shooting people in the knee? I have never fired a gun at a human being. Why would I? All I do is work on cases and crack them. It wasn't until last week that I got assigned to a special team that was allowed to shoot bullets at people.
What in heavens name is wrong with this man?
I wish my legs were united so I'll jam my foot into his eye. Will he howl in pain? Or would he be like fake Cole and pretend nothing is going on? I badly want to see.
And of all things. Chains? He couldn't use a rope or what? Heck even handcuffs would be better than this right now. The metal feels cold, digging painfully into the soft skin of my arms and legs. I'm still in the stupid gown that Spencer forced me into. I want to rip it off and burn it to ash.
I'm hungry too. and nauseated. When
