Palmer grunted as he twisted his hands, feeling the abrasive ropes rubbing against his skin. Was it his imagination or were they starting to feel loose? He bit his lip, concentrating on getting loose.
"Be careful, Palmer. You don't want to let him know what you're doing."
Palmer jumped when he heard the voice. He was hallucinating! "You're dead." He whispered, not daring to look over his shoulder.
"Doesn't mean I'm wrong. You know you have to be careful. And quick. He could come back at any time and catch you doing this."
"He's not going to catch me." Palmer replied with another grunt. The ropes definitely felt looser to him. He was sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"Yeah? You don't know that. Has he revealed what kind of supernatural he is yet?"
That made Palmer pause before he shook hi
