Controlling Christine, Book Two

Chapter Three-3

“How’d it go?” he asked over his shoulder while he locked my hands to the front of my restraint belt arrangement.

“Everything fits perfectly,” Danielle assured him. “And it works just as you said it would. Well, we must be off. I’m taking Antonnia down to the Clinic for some further additions to her ensemble. We’ll be by on Saturday morning about seven-thirty to pick up Christine then see you again at the church in the afternoon, okay?”

“Yep! Okay. Sounds good to me. Have a fun afternoon, girls.”

The sliding door thumped shut and I lay twisting against my straps while he walked around and got into the driver’s seat. Without further ado we were off down the road and on our way back to the house that was soon to become even more of a prison than it already was.