In one swift, practiced motion, her arms were pulled upward and bound together above her head.
Another rope flung over the iron beam in the ceiling.
Baron pulled hard.
Elowyn’s feet lifted off the ground.
She choked on a breath as her back straightened from the tension. She was shocked by the strange turn of events.
“Wh-what is this?” she whispered.
Azpen approached and tied a soft cloth over her mouth.
“Don’t want you screaming.” He murmured.
Her toes just brushed the floor. Her arms burned. Her ribs screamed.
Baron stood in front of her. “This is what happens when you show up weak. When you walk around smelling like failure. You don’t belong here? Then we’ll beat the hell out of you.”
He pulled some more and she was swinging gently. She whimpered a begging but it sounded as not
