Chip’s POV
I woke up to the sound of feet above me, the sound of a chair being dragged with them sent a shrill noise to the basement of the building. I remembered being taken out of the trunk of the police cruiser and then my head was hit again. I hadn’t seen Heather since the wreck of the bike.
Currently, his arms were bound above me in a chain, a silver collar around my neck to keep me from shifting. The room looked to be about the same size as the building above, which I guessed to be a barracks of some kind judging by the glimpse I caught before being hit again.
I could hear voices after a minute, the feet having stopped their parade. “And then the b***h said ‘I don’t want to suck it’ so I slapped her until she did!” Laughed was had then by the wolves upstairs, obviously enjoying th
