The second Bradley left the room I went completely feral. I thrashed and screamed until I was sure my vocal cords were bleeding. I didn't know if the room was sound-proofed but I'd be damned if I just sat here quietly and waited for him and his f*ck-a*s brothers to come back to play with me, whatever horrible thing that meant.
The zip-ties held no matter how much I ripped against them. I hopped around, trying to break the chair to no avail. But, as I bounced around, I felt the familiar weight of my switchblade in my jacket pocket.
I ripped harder at my bindings and did everything I could to reach it, but my hands wouldn't budge. I threw back my head and let out another blood-curdling scream, nearly throwing myself on the floor.