Chapter 11

Otto looked over his sobbing victim and shrugged. He picked up his clothes and tossed them on the bed. He slipped on his boxer shorts and reached in his jeans pocket to retrieve his phone.

"I guess it's time to call the boss," he muttered. "With any luck, they'll let me keep you, because I could have fun with you for a long time."

Otto stood up, found the contact he was looking for, and called it. He strolled around the bedroom a bit waiting for the person on the other end to pick up, eventually wandering into the front room.

Kaylee listened to Otto's side of the conversation, wondering what the outcome was going to be. Her eyes drifted down to his pile of clothes, snapping into focus at his jeans. The back pocket held a familiar shape — one he'd threatened her with multiple times the previous night. The switchblade would be useless against her handcuffs, but maybe...

She had nothing to lose at this point. Most likely Otto was going to kill her or worse, rape her until he got bored with her. She pushed her hands down as far as she could and tried working them under her buttocks.

Come on, yoga classes, don't fail me now, she begged.