Chapter Six
Irena Petrov
No doubt which one I picked. Irena unhitched Carmen from the line and I led her, the leash taut between us, to a room upstairs. Once the door was shut, I swung her around and she landed on the dark sheeted bed with a small, gagged “Oomph!”.
I cut and tore the gag off her. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing here?” I hissed.
“That’s none of your business,” she angrily whispered back. “Not since you left me tied up.”
“That was for your own good!” I said.
“Shhh! They didn’t tell you, but up in that corner behind you, there’s a tiny hole for a camera and mike.”
“What? To make sure nothing goes wrong?”
Carmen gave a contemptuous snort. “If you believe that, then you’re a dumbshit. Don’t move, you’re blocking its view so they can’t see us talk.”
“I did
