her from both the pressure in her bladder and her dry throat. She'd come to a few hours ago, her wrists tied together and looped over a hook that fastened in the ceiling. The man dressed in black had sat in a chair in front of her and laughed out loud when she awoke with a start and then scrambled to find her footage on the floor. The bastard had hung her just high enough to where her toes nudged the ground, but not enough to get traction so she could relieve her arms from taking the brunt of her weight.
