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bruised. Fuck, he really must have drunk too much last night. He shifted slightly, hearing a rattling sound that confused him as he tried to remember what had happened the night before. He felt like his brain was in a fog and the ache intensified as his haze slowly lifted. He let out a groan, not wanting to move because of the pain it caused to shoot through his entire body. He lay still trying to organize his thoughts. He’d gone to meet Blade but he’d never shown. Wait, wait, he had a sudden flash of Blade’s face smiling at him but it slipped away like water. What the hell? A face swam in his mind and he felt his body harden as her image formed in his mind.
    He raised his hand to hold his head, feeling a heavy weight on his wrist and hearing that rattling sound again. Wait he’d been taking the woman home with him and then what? He couldn’t seem to bring the rest of what happened into focus. He lay there for a long moment trying to think. He forced his eyes open to find a chain wrapped around his wrist and suddenly the night’s events came rushing at him.
    Well, fuck .
    He was chained to the bed and Blade was his new jailer. The pretty brunette woman he remembered had trapped him for the Headhunters. Just fucking fantastic . Jerking on the chains which seemed to be attached to both his wrists, he heard them rattle but they didn’t budge. He looked up above his head in the dim light from the single lamp beside the bed and saw they were embedded in the wall. Death studied them for a long moment before he wrapped the chain around his wrist once and then again before he jerked harder on them. He felt the rough metal scrape against his skin but they still didn’t budge.
    He mentally evaluated the chain in the darkened room. Perhaps if he had more leverage he could pull them out of the wall. He kicked the blanket off his legs knocking it off the bed. Finding them unchained, he grinned. Although he was stripped to his boxers—which he bet they thought would keep him from escaping—he knew if he could break the chains from the wall he would be out of here and on his way home. He took in several deep breaths before gripping the chain and using it to flip his legs up to press his feet against the wall. He shoved with his legs and jerked against the chains hoping to free them from the wall. He felt like his arms were going to fall off as he did it several more times. He was rewarded with a cracking sound but they still held. Damn it.
    “You won’t be able to break them, you know,” a soft feminine voice that seemed familiar for some reason said from the corner of the room.
    Death stopped jerking and peered into the corner, seeing the outline of a woman leaning against the wall watching him. He didn’t respond and instead yanked again on the chains unwilling to believe her. He was getting out of here and he’d take her with him as a human shield if need be because he wasn’t sticking around here to be killed by Blade and his cronies.
    “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t stop. Trust me, Evert made really sure you wouldn’t be able to break those chains,” she spoke a second time, taking a step closer to the bed.
    Who the fuck was Evert? Death didn’t care who he was because he was about to prove her wrong. He felt like his arms were being ripped out of their sockets as he jerked again and plaster fell down on his head. He grinned, looking up and hoping to see the chains hanging by a thread but instead saw that they were still attached to what looked like a steel beam.
    Fuck, Blade was smarter than he’d given him credit for, wasn’t he?
    Flipping himself back to lay on the bed again, his wrists screaming at the damage he’d done to them trying to escape, he glared towards the woman. She stepped forward and he realized it was the brunette—what had Blade called her? Brenda, no, wait, Becky.
    “Well hello there. Come to gloat about capturing a Blue Bandit?” Death asked, his voice snide.
    She