Elizabeth's POV
I hissed, pulling at the ropes holding my wrists. Richard and Lily were at the door arguing about whatever they cared about.b
I pulled the rope again, hurting my wrist and I gave up with a groan.
"Don't bother sweetheart, it won't work, " Richard said, looking at me.
He was right. I had been pulling the rope for hours and my wrists was already bruised.
"Let's go," Richard finally said, adjusting his suit jacket. "She's not going anywhere."
Lily smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Good. I'd hate to chase after her again. "
She walked out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, and Richard followed, before the door shut.
Screw it. If only someone could...my eyes trailed and focused on Christine.
She was on the floor picking eac
