(Nolan)
The room stayed quiet after the asshole left.
Not empty quiet. Controlled quiet. The kind that settled into the walls and stayed there long enough to make time feel uneven. I sat where they left me with the blindfold tight over my eyes and listened to it anyway, because listening was still better than thinking too hard about what he said before walking out.
You’re being taken somewhere.
That line had stayed in my head longer than I wanted it to.
I shifted slightly against the chair and tested the restraints again without putting force into it. Same result as before. Tight enough to hold, clean enough that there was nothing useful in the way they secured it. Whoever tied me down knew exactly how much pressure to use.
That wasn’t encouraging.
I let my head rest back against th
