Chapter 70

As soon as he disappeared behind the door, I struggled with the ropes manically. My life depended on the escape. I gritted my teeth and grunted, pulling and yanking my hand with what strength I had left. I seized moving when Prestuso returned, a tray in his hands. In quick strides, he was next to the sink, placing the tray with finesse on the surface. I gasped when he raised a knife. "Stay put while I prepare something to eat for us," he said, grinning at me over his shoulder. His pointy incisors...