Chapter 14
January 1995
“Don’t stop!”
It was more of a demand than a request, and considering Mark’s current situation, the lack of tact made Gerry laugh out loud.
Mark looked down with sweat on his forehead and desperation in his eyes. He twisted his wrists in their tie-binds and tugged at similarly bound ankles. “I’m not kidding, Fawn. You stop this time and I’ll never forgive you.”
“Yes, you will,” Gerry replied, his lips drawn into a smug smile. “If I ever let you come.” Mark had managed to use the name Gerry for all of about two visits. Whether the use of Fawn had come intentionally or had just slipped back into conversation, Gerry couldn’t say, but it was a natural regression and Gerry didn’t really mind it, after all. Besides, the papers were already using it as if it were Gerr
