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My only reward is the chuckle that erupts behind me. The don again.
“Tighter,” he orders.
The ropes dig deeply into my already stinging flesh.
I hear the sounds of struggle around me and know that the gang is fighting back. From the strength holding me in place, though, I doubt they’re having much luck.
I feel a hand push against my back the same time I feel hot breath against my neck.
“Move,” a voice commands.
I think of refusing, of planting my feet and shaking my head.
I think it’s pretty clear how that would turn out, though, so I acquiesce instead.
These people clearly wouldn’t mind dragging me kicking and screaming. I’d rather make it wherever we’re going on my own two feet.
I shuffle along, guided by the hand on my arm.
It’s going slow, and I constantly feel like I’m about to walk into a wall.
It’s like some fucked up trust game—is the faceless man going to steer you off a cliff?
After a minute that feels like ten, I hear a door open ahead of us.
“Step up,” the disembodied voice commands. “Stairs.”
One foot in front of the other, I begin to climb the steps.
Our shoes echo in the stairwell, countless feet stomping in near rhythm as we ascend.
Up and up we climb. It feels like we’re marching into the belly of the beast.
I can’t believe it’s come to this.
I think of myself the way I was just a single day ago. Engaged to a suitable man, receiving an award years in the making. Hell, I’m supposed to get married today.
This is definitely not the way I imagined this trip.
Or my life, for that matter.
Logically, I know that I should be thinking ahead, trying to figure a way out of this mess. My mind is somewhere else entirely, though, firmly rooted in the past.
We stole a fucking Celine Dion impersonator—a ladyboy, no less.
We were cursed by Buddhist monks.
Somewhere down the line, we came up with the brilliant idea of hustling the Bangkok mafia—the same mafia ran by a man whose face I accidentally squirted on.
Yeah, it’s safe to say we’re total fuck-ups.
With all of that, though, all of the insanity and bullshit, my memory still fails me.
I don’t knowexactlywhat we did last night. The only thing that’s really clear is Lock.
Even now, I can fucking see him, smiling up at me, face framed by my thighs.
I can’t remember ninety percent of the last day. I can’t recall so much as one helpful bit of information right now.
