There was no time to react. My hands shot up to the hood over my head, but two pairs of hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. A zip tie clamped my wrists together, digging painfully into my skin. I bruise like a peach at the best of times. If I ever got out of this, I knew it would leave a big bruise for ages.
A pair of hands shoved me against the cathedral wall and pinned me there.
“Let’s see you write your way out of this one,” a male voice grunted.
My face wrapped in darkness, I strained my ears for every sound.
Someone approached from around the corner.
“We’re clear,” came a second voice.
“We found you a cave of your own,” the first voice said. “One where no one will ever find you.”