Kat
“You bastard!”
Adrian–if that’s really his name–pockets his phone. “Are you going to keep your mouth shut, or do I need to put the gag back on?”
I try to kick my legs, which only succeeds in making the zip ties dig into the skin around my ankles. I’m scared–more scared than I’ve ever been in my life–but I’m also pissed.
This guy is a psychopath. He lured me into his place and then trapped me.
No, that doesn’t fit. He did lure me to his place and trap me, but there’s something rational and non-psychopathic about him. But it wasn’t him calling this business because what kind of non-psychopathic person kidnaps women and zip ties them to beds for work?
“Go f**k yourself, f**k-face.” Yep. I’m very mature right now.
He seems to take the fact that I haven’t screamed again as evidence o
