With a grin, Jason phased through his remaining bonds, then got slowly to his feet and spent a couple of minutes stretching out his tight muscles. Even his arse was numb. He’d been stuck in that chair so long he’d have felt like s**t even without the beating, and his next task meant moving fast was a necessity, so the last thing he wanted was to cramp up. Better to take the time now than pay for it later and end up back at square one. In the hopes it would add further confusion to the scenario when his disappearance was noticed, he undid the material they’d used as a gag from around his neck and dropped it on top of the hood, then removed the bonds from the struts of the chair and added those to the pile, too. That way, they’d likely think someone had helped him to escape. The more interfe
