It was still early on the West Coast, Virginia thought to herself as she handcuffed one of Wolf’s arms to the bed post. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong, something dreadful was about to occur.

“Make them tight, if I struggle I can get free” he chillingly whispered into her ear. This brought back painful memories of the last time he had gotten free, on that awful afternoon in Kissingtown. As she wrapped a steel chain around his chest she began to wonder, were they tight enough? Even at her tightest, could he still get free? She looked towards the bathroom, with it’s brass pipes, and around the room, wondering where the main frame of the building was. Perhaps it would have been better to tie him up in one of those places? Would they be more secure? She headed towards the bathroom, to figure out where the best place would be. However before she could get there, she heard a knock at the door….

To be continued, in the next part of this series, What Lies Within.