“Now you remember what I did to your ass the last time you disobeyed me.”
Bert removed the keys from his pocket and undid the handcuffs. Annabelle pulled her wrists away from the bar, slowly moving her shoulders back into position and letting her arms drop to her sides. Annabelle realized that though her arms were now free, they were too weak to be any use to her. They hung limply, her hands resting clumsily on the floor. When Bert finished releasing the bindings around her waist and ankles, he ordered her to get off the bench and position herself on the floor. But she was too weak and nauseated to move.
Bert said, “I’m gonna do you a favor, lady, and get you some water. Then you’re gonna position that ass like I told you.”
When he returned, he helped raise her to a sitting position on
