KRAYTER WOULD GIVE it to those girls. They were good with rope. But Detyen claws were sharp and he was flexible. It took several minutes of awkwardly sawing, wedging his arm into a position that it didn’t want to go into, but the rope around his right wrist gave way. His arm cramped as he tried to pull himself free and he bit down hard on his lip to keep a pained groan from coming out.
Once his right wrist was freed, he tried to reach over and release out his left, but the ropes around his chest kept his shoulders sealed to the wood below him. But he could bend his elbows and those ropes gave way faster. Once that was done, it was simple work to free himself from the rest of his bindings and that damned blindfold. Krayter sat up and swung his legs over the side of the table, coming down g
