I’ll be good, I’ll shut up —” “It’s a little too late for promises,” Vincent said. “You know exactly what you’ve earned.” As Lucas tortured me, Vincent walked away. But he was back within a few moments, and he set something down near my head. It was a suspension bar made of sturdy metal, with four thick locking cuffs dangling from it. As Lucas held me in place, Vince secured my wrists to the bar. I was dragged to my feet, and although I could still lift my arms, it was significantly more difficult with the bar attached to them. Vincent gripped my face, smiling down at me. That smile of his
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