Pretending to fight Drew on the way to what looked like old military barracks was easy. Mostly because I was doing very little pretending. I let the frustration boiling in my blood bubble over as I bucked and screamed against his hold. He cursed, yanking the tail end of the rope and trying to pull me against his side. He actually overbalanced me a few times, which I thought lent authenticity to the act as I went down on my knees or ass, and at one point felt my leggings tear. By the time we had made it to the little guard shack with the two armed men inside, we had the guards’ complete attention.
“What the heck is this?” A man behind the guard shack sneered, spitting on the ground as Drew jerked me up to the little plasti-glass window.
“I found her, trying to escape.” Drew exclaimed. He
