Chapter 9

As I drifted back toward consciousness, I reached up to push my disheveled hair from my face. But I could not. Opening my tired eyes slightly, I looked at my wrist: it was bound by a strange bracelet of black leather and silver. I looked to the other side, and there on that wrist was the same unusual jewelry. I tried yanking my arms free, but they were held fast by the leather cuffs linked to a silver chain attached to the wooden posts of the king sized bed I was lying on. Lifting my head off of...