Had he heard him right? “What do you mean?""Frost wants you upstairs tonight.""What for?” He eyed the man with suspicion. After the shit they'd been through, he didn't trust any fucker anymore except Toby.Beard dug into his pocket for a bunch of keys and stood on the mattress, feet either side of Russell's thighs. “If you try anything when I unlock you, just bear in mind every man upstairs is armed.” He slid the key into the manacle, lifting the top half.The metal drew back with a tiny squeak, the weight of it putting pressure on the edge of the lower half so it bit into Russell's skin. He cringed and held back a cry of pain, lifting his free, heavy arm to take the offending thing away. He dropped it to the mattress, the chain's jingle sending a rush of apprehension up his spine. A reprieve sounded good in one way but ominous in another. Wasn't Frost just delaying the inevitable?Maybe that's what the bastard's up to. Making us more scared before he finally decides to end it all.
