He’d come out of his drugged state, head-banging, thirsty as hell. Soon realised he was back in the cell .. where she’d needled him. He was upright, hanging off his arms.
They hadn’t bothered returning his pants. Looking up, he spotted the ropes on his wrists went over some complicated pulley system. Odd. But Nick Carter had enough experience behind him to know .. a sadist-bitch like this .. nothing was without purpose.
He’d yanked and pulled .. never expecting they’d make a slip-up .. but it was worth trying. If only to show he was not beat .. despite his struggles on the slab.
They were watching of course. This time there wasn’t that blinding light from overhead. He could see the camera light winking at him in the corner. Should he wave? Invite her back in?