Short Story Preview: I wonder
‘What do you want? Take anything you want, but please just let me and my wife go.’
Ian Dale’s plea, pitiful as it was, made the leader look across at him. The gang had broken into the house just after midnight, and pressed a gun to his temple while he and his wife, Claire, had been sleeping. Half an hour later, he was sitting in his pyjamas, tied to one of their dining room chairs. They had kept Claire in the bedroom, and so far Ian had heard no noises to indicate that anything untoward had happened there, but he kept straining his ears for any cry from that direction. A simple gag would probably be enough to mask the sounds of what Ian dared not think could be going on.
Not that he was able to do a thing, the ropes tying him to the chair had been tightly fastened and his movements were severely restricted. Occasionally he struggled against his constraints in a vain hope that they would loosen, but nothing gave.
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