Earlier
The Luna was t.ied with her arms behind her in as tight of a knot as I could create from a bathrobe t.ie. She only needed to be held down for a few minutes, anyway. She did manage to get a kick in as I worked on her feet before I dragged her to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out the ground floor of the new gardens in front of the packhouse.
She was spitting a string of profanities and threats, but it was easy to ignore her.
Well done - Aksala praised as I stood to admire my work.
“Someone will come; someone will hear me!” her voice was panicked now, and I reveled in it. Finally, the fear settled in with knowing what would happen to her. I was worried I wouldn’t get the satisfaction.
“They won’t, though,” I responded. “Soundproof walls.” I glanced around for show. “Th
