Chapter 41
- ELEANOR
- Armando certainly did not listen to me. Instead, he reached out for his dresser again, this time pulling out some kind of cloth from another one of the drawers. I stood there tensed, watching as he brought it up to my mouth.
- “No, please—” I managed to say before he slipped it between my lips, tying it tight around the back of my head. I bit down, the cloth filling my mouth, muffling any sound I tried to make.