The twist of her head, of course, was just instinct. She couldn't see. She has been blinfolded for the last two hours. Her wrists have been tied to...ether and streched over her head, tied again to the headboard of the bed. The rope burns are already showing on her delicate wrists from her earlier struggles that weren't really struggles.He legs were spread apart just bit, enough to prevent her from squeezing them together, but not enough to expose her complete,y. He ankles tied to the foot. He had no answer for his own question.Jason undid the clasp and fit the chain around his neck. The fragment fell against his shirt, only two points of a fractured pentagram. He walked towards the door to put some distance between him and the Book.Jason stiffened. For a moment, he thought he had felt ... no, heard something. He clutched the fragment and pulled until the chain dug into the back of his neck. He forced himself to relent and let it go.No, I would know it if the Darkness was still in. It was her idea.I chose a wicker one. The plastic ones looked cheap and I liked its oval shape and the way the individual rattan strands intertwined so ornately - and it had a lovely soft cushion that I could curl up and sleep on too.‘Someone’s going to love this!’ The young man on the till beamed, peering over his counter top in the hope of seeing the four legged friend he’d assumed it was intended for. He must have thought we were a family - and I suppose we were, of sorts.I thanked my. This would really fuck her husband up now, she thought, he would go spare when he found out. She wondered whether dropping her knickers for her boss would be a good idea right now. She parked the thought. She did however, text Matt to let him know her predicament, even though there was nothing he could do. It was just a reassuring shoulder to cry on, so to speak.During the next two days Jane busied herself by browsing the internet looking for another job, desperately trying to get an interview.