Chapter Four
When she woke up, she immediately felt the cold, especially in her hands and feet. The robe had fallen open and covered very little of her body, so she was practically naked. Her shoulder ached. Her wrists were tied to a pole behind her head, and the angle made her shoulder hurt. She tried to move so it would be more comfortable, but it was useless. As she moved, she could feel that her ankles were tied together.
Michael was not there.
Looking around in the semi-darkness, she could just make out that she was in a small room, empty except for a couple of wooden boxes. There was a little light coming through the high windows, and she could smell water. She guessed she was in an abandoned warehouse near the river. Wonderful, she thought. That's why he had not gagged her. She could scream as long as she wanted and nobody would hear.
God, she was cold, she thought. Her fingers and toes were getting numb, both from the cold and the tight ropes. Was he planning to leave her here, she wondered? Could he be holding her for ransom? No, he surely didn't need money; he was paid generously for his work. It had to be something else, she was certain. Even if she figured it out, though, it would do her no good. Instead she focused on getting out before he returned.
She moved her wrists and hands to find out if the rope or the knots were loose. No. Same with her feet. The ropes were too tight. Michael was a professional, and he had been very careful. Plus, unlike most of her opponents, he did not underestimate her. He had left her no way out. All she could do was wait.
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