"Adam? Adam?"​    

     That's the first thing Adam heard when he regained consciousness.  

     "Adam? Adam?"

​     It was Claudia. 

     "Oh hey. darling," Adam muttered. "How the..."

​     "Shh! Let me do all the talking. You're still supposed to be unconscious. They really had you filled with dope, buddy. I had to use a lot of stimulants to wake you up again. You must be feeling a little funny right now, like you're all turned around. ​Well, in fact, that's exactly the case. They've got you completely wrapped in duct tape and hanging upside down on a hook. Can you move your hands at all? Don't answer out loud. Nod your...wiggle your...I know. This is going to sound a little...do you have any butt wind in you, Adam? I don't think anyone will know you're awake just because you fart."  

     Okay. As a matter of fact, Adam couldn't use his hands. He could use his fingers, though, and they'd strapped his arms to his chest, which meant it was just possible...

​     "One poot for yes, two for no. Okay, Adam, again, can you move your hands at all?"

​     Poot! Yes, now he could use more than just his fingers, although just barely.

​     "Good. The quicker you get out of there, the better. If I hear your voice, I'll know that you're either in desperate trouble or that somehow you've managed to free yourself from your situation, okay?"

     Adam had just enough in him to blow out another poot.

    "Okay, go for it, pal."

                                                  CONTINUE

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