Chapter four: Bound and chained in this dismal place
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Robin's POV:
He removed the blade from my throat. He shut off the music. He threw my head back down and I looked at him with pure hatred. He slapped me with all his might. I said nothing, just glared at him. He untied my arms and I went to punch him in the face, but he caught my arm. He tied them in front of me instead of behind, where they had been and grabbed the trailing end, yanking the ropes tight, so that he could lead me. He then untied my legs and the gag. He stood and gave the rope a sharp tug, forcing me to stand, then he led me down a dark hallway all the while yelling at me.
"I take it these ropes were not strong enough. You got out and grabbed the camera out of your belt and slipped back into them so I wouldn't suspect a thing. Is that what you did Robin?"
"No." I hissed.
"Liar." He replied. He led me to his 'throne room.' He let go of the rope and punched me in the gut. I doubled over as he went to get something on the other side of the room. When he returned, he once again untied me and forced my arms behind me again. Then he clamped something on my wrists, it was cold and tight, metal shackles. There was a chain hanging from it. He grabbed my upper arm and forced me over to the door. He led me back to the first dark room. I would have kicked him, but I was weak from no rest or nourishment. He was going at such a pace that it was a struggle just to keep up. When we finally got there he threw me to the floor in the dark corner again and grabbed the chain. He hooked it to something in the wall.
"Do you promise to stay quiet if I leave you ungagged?" he asked.
"Yes." I lied. Then, he left and I was alone. I tugged on the chain. It was difficult to even tug it because it was behind me. I hung my head. Would they ever find me?