On the Namouna
Monday Night
The guy in the suit had ice water for blood. Melissa guessed there was going to be a lot of talk before he subjected her to whatever came next. She still hoped it was a game. The guy wanted a mind f**k. Then maybe the other kind. Okay, as long as it didn’t involve touching her with cigarettes or ice cubes. Or tweezers or pliers. Or sharps.
But he was certainly taking his time. He’d done hardly anything yet except sit at the edge of her bed and pose these riddles. By now, she knew she’d been onboard since Friday night, and she’d slept here — unmolested, so far. She wasn’t tied down anymore, but she was being watched. And she was careful to cooperate. A guy they called Skip brought her meals to the room at first. Then they let her step out the door to take a se
