The ropes weren’t tight, but they did their job. The chair to which she was tied, though, was uncomfortably hard. In the fading sunlight, all she could see outside were the trees surrounding the cabin.
When he’d first brought her here, he’d told her it was for her protection, to hide her from those hunting her. He only tied her to the chair after she’d tried to run. Twice. She’d screamed her throat raw after he'd left, but nobody answered.
She hoped his “Be back soon” was true. The steady drip drip drip from the faucet was driving her insane.