He clasped my hands to the straps on one of the poles, then moved to do the same on the other, as panic slowly ate its way up my insides.

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously, tugging against the cuffs wrapped around my wrists. I pulled harder, but they still didn’t bulge.

His green eyes lingered on my face like always.

“Do you trust me baby girl?” He asked, his piercing eyes brimming with an edge of darkness. The danger in his eyes should ...