Slaves to Evil - 11
“He picked up antiseptic, bandages, and extra-strength ibuprofen. He was getting hungry. Elena was probably hungry too. Of course, she might not accept any food he gave her. That would be up to her, he thought, as he picked up a jumbo pack of granola bars and several apples.
He was more concerned that the makeshift rope wouldn’t hold. For all he knew, she’d already worked herself free. He needed something sturdier. He moved on to the hardware section.
Matt surveyed the selection of rope. He tugged on some nylon cord. Too stretchy. Would chain be better? He wondered whether this was what serial killers did on the weekend, went comparison shopping for the best restraints.
“I favor handcuffs myself.” The voice was right beside him. Matt jumped, startled. It was Mr. Dark, dressed in khakis and a plaid shirt, with a baseball cap perched jauntily on his skull. “You can get them at the local S and M shop. They even have some lined with fur. For her pleasure.”
“What do you want?”
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