“Yours?”
Candice asked, stunned. The words echoed in her mind, the revelation as if flipping her worlds in a new direction.
An entirely wrong new direction.
“What do you mean yours? What does all of this mean?”
She pleaded, trying to loosen the hold of the rope, tight around her wrists and failing. It was impossible to untie the knot for some reason, and she couldn’t get away. She tried harder and felt the rough rope scrape her wrists. She felt the blood start trickling from where she’d pierced her own skin, because she’d been pulling too hard.
Candice tried again.
And she was still trapped.
“Why can’t we just kill that guy off?”
Candice suggested, desperately.
“You know …”
“It’s not how it works, yes I know!”
The blindfold was wrapped around her eyes too, and she could o
