Palmer growled under his breath, twisting his wrists as he tried to free himself. He was seated in a chair, arms pulled behind him with rope tied tightly around his wrists and ankles.
"This looks so easy in the movies," He grumbled under his breath, trying to work his wrists and ankles free. The only thing he seemed to be accomplishing though, was the ropes cutting into his skin, feeling blood dripping down his wrists and over his hands.
"Now that won't do." A voice spoke up from the doorway, making him jerk in the chair. Lewys Romero stood in the doorway, a smirk on his face. "I want to be the one to make you bleed."
Palmer stared at the other man, taking in his blond hair, grey tank top and jeans. "Why do you look like Bailey."
"Oh, I figured it would give you some comfort." Lewys sa
