Chapter 33 Raw Torture

• Rico's P.O.V.
• From the armchair I sat in, I watched as her body stirred, sipping my iced whiskey, and the hooks I’d used to bind her rattled. Her wrists were tied with ropes, held securely by bands fixed to the corners of the room, while her legs were restrained in a similar way. She hung there, spread out against my wall, fully at my mercy.
• Her eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light in the room or rather, in this cold, dark hole of a basement.