CHAPTER 118 Regrets Don't Make a Betrayal Any Better
Ann's arms rippled painfully with the vibrations as Brad sawed patiently at the bolts in the plate above her head.
Sawing through the manacles was out of the question, as they were too tight and Brad was certain that they were made of the same material as the chains. They would need the key itself to unlock those, and if it couldn't be found, then they would have to track down the locksmith that made these.
It was an arduous process but by the time he had finished, the plate slipped over the expandable bolts and the chains hung free.
Her legs felt a little strange from being kept in that position for such a long time and as soon as the pressure was released from her arms and her weight was distributed properly, her legs gave way.
"Goddess! Ann, I'm so sorry! I should have thought! Are you okay?" Brad fussed as he rushed over to her and carefully helped her to stand.