Chapter 15
Well, that brings us back to the beginning of all this.
In other words, not fifteen minutes later, I was locked up in a rather cramped four-foot by four-foot cage, give or take a foot, shouting, “Help!”
Yep, like I said, it was a great way to start a story. Sadly, for me, it was a pretty shitty way to end one.
“Help!” I shouted again, only, now, several hours had passed. But who was I shouting for? No one knew where I was. Heck, I didn’t even know where I was. I was blindfolded after they took me out of the limo. All I could smell were the goons and what passed for common everyday house scents, but nothing to give me any clues as to my whereabouts. Now, I was in a cage in an empty room.
Poor Todd, I thought. He’d come home and find me missing. He’d call the others. They’d a
