Bartlett gagged the young, slightly plump maid with a cloth and tied her tightly to the armchair. After that, he started to intimidate her.
"Stay here and sleep quietly, and someone will untie you in the morning," he said huskily with a lowered voice, "you can consider this a bad dream tonight. We all have nightmares, don't we? But when we wake up, we forget everything that happened in the dream."
Bartlett lifted the maid's chin with his finger, "Everything, got it? I think you understand what I mean. If someone asks you what happened, you just need to say, 'Oh, I was knocked out, and I don't remember anything.'" He mimicked a woman's voice and then lowered his voice again, "otherwise, the nightmare might come back to haunt you. The next time we meet, the nightmare might not be so 'gentle'."
Seeing the tearful maid nodding vigorously on the chair, bandit Bartlett couldn't help but feel smug.
