"Nigel, you idiot!" scolded Sinclair as he cuffed his man on the back of the head. "What do I even pay you for?" he continued berating the contract muscle, who was smarting the stinging spot where Sinclair had given him a piece of his mind.
Dawn looked at her captors with a resigned sigh. She had almost gotten the awful sticky tape peeled away from her tender wincing skin when her furtive little ploy was discovered. Her circumstances were quickly and not very gently updated to her hands being cuffed behind her back.
All the while Sinclair was reminding his goon how stupid he was and what kind of moron binds a girl with her hands in front of her. So close! Thought Dawn as she now found herself truly in a pickle. A night with the fire on my legs sounds nice, but not like this! She thought.
Dawn really wished Becky were here now.