“No,” she wailed as soon as I removed my hand from her mouth, “You’re mad!”
I hadn’t planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no lock or anything, so as soon a I released her she tried to escape. She peered around the cellar, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must have looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard boxes it really must have looked pretty sinister. xxx 18 “What have you done!” she gasped. it was strong yet elastic and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied cords from just
