She tried to speak, a single syllable trapped by the duct tape. A sound that he thought as a question: What?
It was the only word she could get out as the severity of the situation came slamming into her.
He walked up to her and cupped her chin in his right hand. She jerked back away from him only to find that it caused her bound arms to pull back at an awkward angle. He slowly ran his hand down from her chin, across her right breast, toward her inner thighs. For the first time since they had started sleeping together, she closed her legs to him as he explored downward.
He laughed at her. In return, she tried screaming through the tape. It sounded like someone might be running a vacuum cleaner elsewhere in the apartment. He had shut her mouth off well, stretching the tape from ear to ear, reinforced three times.
No need for that, he said. He did his best to ignore his flesh-driven needs and the excitement that pinged every nerve in his body. There were important things to get down to herethings to discuss and sort out.
She moaned in response, silenced by the tape.
There are some things you and I need to talk about, he said. He then showed her the gun he had been hiding behind his backa gun he had picked up two years ago and had never used. Hed only ever picked it up a single time since purchasing it. And he honestly had no intention of using it now.