He hadn’t needed to cuff her hands, the closet was padded like a padded cell. Normally her hair would have been pulled through a hole at the back like a pony tail but her hair was far too short. XXX “Trick cyclist, hell yes, Unicycle, Penny Farthig, Electric trials bike, all in a days work,” he replied, “You were joking right?” He paused, “Here look my credentials, cost five hundred dollars to have these faked, you’re not expecting Harvard standards for a Wal Mart sticker are you?”
“Well, I don’t know.” Her mom said awkwardly. Zania struggled but fairly quickly she realised he was stronger than her and escape would have to wait. Every now and again she screamed. “Give her a hand John,” he ordered. “Fucking wonderful you dork,” Zania replied sarcastically. She also had anorexia, tattoos up her arms and legs and the hair shaved off one side of her head, and incidentally one side
