Chapter Twenty-Four
Later, the NightMaire had said. Maybe tomorrow. Cassie wondered if she’d still be alive by then. She was upside down, tied by one leg, and all the muscles she used to breathe were struggling to work against gravity.
There was no way out of her predicament.
Yet at the same time, there was the insistent effect of the drug in the gel pellets. It wormed, crawled, and ripped its way through her body turning every nerve sensation, however painful, into a s****l itch that she couldn’t scratch.
It was hugely frustrating.
From the little she could see, it looked like Marnie was still hooded, still had no idea what had happened, who’d been involved, or why. All she could have known was that unseen hands, male and female, had stroked and beaten her and that unseen men had f**
