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Chapter 16

Reggy

A thin line of light was above me, and there was definitely a very distinct smell of motor oil all around me. My hand and leg throbbed, but the pain was nothing when compared to the constant throbbing in my skull. It felt like it was going to split into infinite pieces at any moment. I tried to move my hands to cradle my temple, but I couldn’t move them. Shit! I couldn’t move my feet either. They were bound together, but by what? I wiggled my body around until the dim light was on my hands and wrists. “Stupid assholes,” I murmured so quietly no one else would hear it.

Duct tape was around my wrists, and if I were a betting woman, which I had become recently, I would bet it was the reason I wasn’t able to move my ankles, too. I tested the waters, lifting my neck slightly, but I decided to lay it back down when my head started to spin. I lifted my knees a tad and was able to wiggle my ass. So, the only parts of my body I couldn’t move were my hands and feet. I was able to work with this. Who even used duct tape to restrain a person anymore? A fucking idiot, that was who. Chains or something a little harder to get out of was the way to go. Shit. That wasn’t normal information most people had just freely roaming around in their brain like a little nugget tucked away for a rainy day. Then again, most people hadn’t spent as much time with Mordicus as I had. I had spent so much time with that damned man my thoughts were beginning to sound like him.

I stretched my back to its limit as I bent forward to reach my shoelaces, removing one from my boot slowly so as not to lose it. I saw something with a shoestring on social media a while back. The idea held little possibility of helping me out of wherever I was, but it was better than nothing.

This space is too small to be a warehouse. Maybe a box or a freezer. Definitely not a freezer. I was too hot to be one. My thoughts were jumbled, but I forced myself to concentrate. I didn’t have a choice otherwise. My attention focused on the thin line of light that blinded me each time it caught my eye as I contemplated the possibilities, running the clues over in my head once again.

Motor oil.

Small.

Very little light.

Was I in a trunk? Why in the world would I be in a trunk?

Maybe this was purgatory, but I doubted it.