Chapter 111: Saving Her

In a derelict factory, Eileen Scurr sat trussed up tight, rope biting into her arms and torso. Terror flickered in her eyes. Edison Webberlye was small and wiry, monkey-thin. Ugly tattoos crawled over his body, even swallowing half his face. He sized Eileen up and spat a curse. "Damn. That pathetic live-in son-in-law from the Juggins family sure eats well." He licked his lips, gaze crawling over her. "A knockout like you. Probably some pure little campus goddess. And you ended up in his bed." Inside...