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“Are you awake Jim,” I asked softly. He made a faint sound, starting to regain consciousness. I gave his cheek a few light slaps, saying in a total smart-ass tone “Wakey, wakey Mr. Mosley.” He blinked a few times, and said, “Where am … what happened?”
“Don’t worry Jim,you’re safe,” I said, and then added almost as an afterthought, “For the most part.” “What?” He tried to sit up, to move, but realized that he was bound tightly at the wrists and ankles, and of course completely naked.“I know there must be a million questions floating around in that head of yours.” “Rhianna, goddammit,” he said, now starting to get mad. “Let me out of these fuckin’ ropes, or so help me I’ll …” “You’ll what, correct me,” I asked using one of his favorite sayings. His eyes filled with rage, a burning hot rage, but I don’t scare easy. Something was gonna get corrected tonight, that’s for sure….