“You know, it would be easier if you’d just cut me loose.”
“No. But I will cut the tape.”
Oh, he’s quick.
I hadn’t even thought about the double meaning of my words.
Pulling out his trusty knife, the immortal words of Crocodile Dundee came to mind, but I had a feeling Six would not appreciate them. He kneeled down in front of me and slipped the tip under the edge just below my knee, slicing the sticky gray bindings. Once the other side was done, he pulled both sides at the same time. My eyes bugged out of my head and I cursed him and the woman that bore him due to the tape practically ripping my skin off.
Once he finished doing the same to my ankles, my freed legs stung, causing me to whimper.
“I told you to put your pants on,” he said as he moved up to do the same to my arms.
I f**
