Anderson's two male friends came forward with a roll of silver duct tape. They bound Adam's hands and feet to the chair securing him tightly.
Lily stood in front of him a dirty cloth in her hand.
"Open your mouth," she said her voice filled with a venomous hatred.
Adam just stared at her his expression unreadable. He would not give her the satisfaction.
James was watching from the back of the room a silent observer a puppet master pulling the strings.
Anderson stepped forward and grabbed Adam by the hair yanking his head back with a cruel laugh.
"Do as she says," he hissed his face just inches from Adam's. "Or you know what we'll do. You know what will happen to your precious Sophia."
Adam opened his mouth. Not to accept the dirty gag Lily was holding but to ask a question. He knew they would answer. They felt secure now with him bound and helpless in the chair.
