As she hurried past, Mickeal reached out, grabbed her arm and pulled her into the folds of the drapes. Gagged, she was only able to give a muffled squeak, which was, of course, nothing compared to what was still coming from the dining room, so no one responded to her cry. Mickeal put a gun to her head and she stopped wailing at once. Whispering into her ear, he told her what he wanted.
“Evie, do you know who I am?” Slowly, she nodded and then, despite the huge rubber gag in her mouth, smiled a big smile.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Mickeal asked. The small brunette’s head nodded enthusiastically and she murmured through the gag.
“Okay. Hold still and I’ll get the chains off. Do you want to stay here and give me a hand or do you want to try to get out and get help?”
Evie looked at
