Chapter 38
They drove me into the city, the guy in the backseat with me never taking the gun or his eyes off me.
I’d contemplated risking it and lunging for the opposite door at a stop light and attempting to roll out of the car before he could shoot me in the back, but I didn’t like my chances of survival one bit. This guy would probably relish the opportunity to shoot me.
They drove me to a run-down part of the city I’d—unsurprisingly—never been to before.
The car pulled into a dark grey warehouse surrounded by more of the same.
The fact I wasn’t wearing a blindfold wasn’t lost on me, and I shoved aside the thought that these guys were never planned on letting me see daylight again.
A chill passed through me, and I shuddered in my black satin camisole and shorts. If I survived this, I was going to start wearing cargo pants and sweatshirts to bed.
Sinclair’s car was swallowed up by the warehouse, the car coming to a stop in what must have been an old loading dock.
I was shoved from the car, the barrel of the gun pressed to the back of my head. “Walk.”
I did as I was ordered, moving towards the only door off the loading dock, which led to a long hallway. I glanced back at the man with the gun, and he waved for me to go ahead.
At the end of the hallway was another door, this one open.
I stepped through it, finding myself in a large warehouse room, with a concrete floor and steel walls, with grimy windows running across the top far off the ground.
There was no way to scale the walls to reach them, and no way to open them if I did.
In the middle of the room sat our destination.
A metal chair that was bolted to the floor, with metal cuffs around the two front legs and short chains with metal cuffs attached to the seat.
“Sit,” the gunman ordered.
I obeyed. What choice did I have when he had a gun trained on me?
When I sat, the guy who’d been driving attached the cuffs to my wrists. The metal of the chair was so cold on my exposed skin that I instantly started to tremble.
He knelt down, and attached the cuffs to my ankles, leaving me immobile in the chair. As he stood, he ran a rough hand along the inside of calf and thigh, giving me a salacious grin.
I tried to cringe away from him, but the restraints kept me in place.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said down at me, laughing as the two of them made their way to the door.
It was a solid metal panel that rattled loud enough to wake the dead as they slid it shut, the bolt closing with a heavy scrape and thud that made my heart sink to my gut.
I was going to die here.