Chapter Seventeen
Summer’s wide eyes roamed from Lucy’s tightly drawn body, to the cage, to the bench, and then to Nick’s jutting c**k. They lingered there for a moment and then she looked back up to his face.
“What have you done to her?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
“It’s not what you think,” Nick said.
Summer, mouth agape, brushed past him and started to unwrap the masking tape from Lucy’s head. “It’s okay, honey,” she said. “I’ll get you out of here. Then we’re calling the police.”
“Summer, listen to me…” Nick started.
“f**k you!” Summer snapped, but then she jerked her hands away as Lucy started violently shaking her head and mumbling through the tape.
“Lucy’s okay,” Nick said. “This stuff was her idea.”
“What…?” Summer looked into her friend’s eyes. “Is this true?”
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