Chapter 25
Twisting her body, Layla managed to get her head down by the handcuffs. She used her wrist and the metal of the cuff to push at the bandana. Back and forth she moved her head until finally the bandana fell to her neck.
She blinked her eyes, adjusting her sight, taking in the old, abandoned cabin. It was definitely a hunting cabin with nothing more than a wood stove and a cot. Cobwebs hung from the corners, and specks of dirt covered the floor.
Now that she could see, she turned to look at her wrists. The pipe she was attached to fed into the wall. She doubted she could break it free, but she had to try. She yanked and tugged, propping her feet against the wall and leaning as far back as she could, but the metal cut into the soft skin of her wrists, and a tear fell from her ey
