Chapter Twenty
Gorilla awoke shivering in the darkness. He was n***d except for the hood that had been placed over his head and sat handcuffed to a hard, metal-framed chair. He could feel the coolness of the room and could faintly hear the drip, drip of water onto a stone floor.
His wrists were locked behind him and he flexed them to see how strong the handcuffs were. Nothing. No give in them at all. He wasn't going anywhere. He tried to rock the chair using his own momentum. Again, nothing; it was fixed to the ground. He definitely wasn't going anywhere. So he did what he had been trained to do in these situations. He sat, calmed himself, slowed his breathing and waited.
Drip… drip… drip.
He heard the word, “Chang” before the hood was whipped off his head. So far, he hadn't seen this
