All The Pretty Ghosts (The Never Alone Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
There was no railing, just a sheer drop – a fact the boys liked to exploit by shoving me toward the side every chance they got. They found my fear funny. I found them repugnant. The only consolation when we reached the top was that it was brighter up there. Large windows allowed the sunlight to come in, even through the winter weather. It was warmer, almost pleasant if that was at all possible. One of the boys found a seat while another had picked up rope along the way. They wasted no time in throwing me on the chair and binding my hands, feet, and chest. I couldn’t move. Breathing was barely possible. They left me, answering a call from Taz to hurry the hell up and get back to work. Like they were having fun with me or something. Perhaps Taz wanted to get me alone again. Finish what he started before.
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