This man was our target, it was Saeed. He had chains on his four limbs that did not allow him to move as he reveled in… ahm, let's say pleasure. At that moment, he accidentally looked at the keyhole and our eyes met.
"Our target is inside…" I whispered, not sure if he noticed my gaze or not. Something told me he did.
"Quickly! Let me go!" The man shouted at his mistress, owner, or whatever way they defined their relationship. The chains rattled as he pulled them but could not break free. Perhaps the man wanted the real thrill of helplessness under his woman's feet, prompting him to use chains he could not break. Strong culture, very powerful.
Minerva looked at me with confused eyes but there was no time. The man was caught in shackles for us to deal with, it'd be much harder if we allowed him to be freed.
*Woosh!*
*Whip!*
