A sharp kick to the back of my knees sent them to the floor. Unfortunately for me, my arms were chained up so high that my knees couldn't actually reach the ground. So, instead of my lower body being able to take some of my weight, everything rested on my shoulders.
The story of my life, really.
"Thank you, Ghost," purred Brittney, her footsteps nowhere near as soft as Ghost's had been. "You better get back upstairs before you are missed."
"I'm not worried about me being missed," replied Ghost, his tone polite as if speaking to his boss. "I'm worried about what Dante and Tank will do when they don't find her."
Brittney chuckled softly as she dragged one of her nails across my cheek, cutting into my skin. The only saving grace was that she couldn't cut too much, given all the scars and staples currently on my face.
