My lips are numb from all the alcohol, and I can’t feel my feet either. My body won’t stop shaking. It’s out of my control at this point.
Lifting the side of my face up off the table, I look up through heavy eyes to see Jenks and Alex standing in front of me.
Alex has rope in his hands. Jenks grabs my wrists and pulls them out as far as they’ll go in front of me. Crossing my wrists, Alex takes the rope and ties it around my wrists several times, and then pulls it even tighter, making me whimper as he stretches me across the kitchen table. He kneels and secures the other end of the rope to one of the legs.
I’m stretched as far as I can go, diagonal across it. No give at all. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to yank on them, but I get nowhere. It’s too tight, and I’m too weak.
Tilting
