Hell is empty and all the devils are here. -William Shakespeare
Something hard digs into my back and shoulder. Scooting around, I'm able to push it away from me and lie on my back. The cuffs bite into my wrists and lower back. Lifting my hips up, I slide my restrained hands and arms down and manage to wiggle them over my bottom and up the back of my thighs and calves. Resting them on my chest, I rub life back into them.
Rolling onto my side, I pry a corner of the tape loose over my mouth. Pinching the sticky adhesive strip between my fingers, I yank it off. Taking in a deep breath, I fill my lungs. The tape around my ankles makes it hard to move. Curling up into a tight ball, I free myself. My stiff fingers snap the bodice of my dress.
Think, Danny, think.