RIA POV.
The cuff on my hands had no gasp, they seem customise, to fit my hands with no space, no space to rub soap or oil, no space for a plier or any equipment to cut it or break. It also had an alarm that make noise in case of temperament. There was a long chain that connected the cuff on my left hand to his on his right.
Dimitri had thought it through, everything, to make sure he never let lose sight of me. The ride to my parent was quiet, his studied me, his eyes never leaving mine while I desperately try to look throught the window, hoping to ignore his gaze.
When we arrive, he loads his gun while glaring at the gate. “No funny business” He warned through gritted teeth while walking ahead. The whole place was quiet except for the chain shackling noise. My mom open, she look at
