Chapter 8 Murderer… Kidnapper!

❦ Rosalind ❦

My jaw hurt, my back burned, and my ankles and wrists felt numb.

As I regained consciousness, I realized why. I was seated on a plain wooden chair, my wrists tied tightly behind me, and my ankles bound to each of the front legs of the chair. My tongue flicked over parched lips, and th...

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