Chapter 31

He was shirtless and couldn't find his shoes. His feet were bound individually to the legs of the chair. 

"Don't struggle, it'll only get tighter," Malia said in a nonchalant tone. 

Grant looked at her properly. She wasn't naked, which he was grateful for. She was wearing a pink bathrobe that had the hotel's logo engraved into its hem. She was still seated in front of the camera, but she wasn't tied up. She was eating a bag of chips, her eyes looking far away even though she was staring right at him.

Grant felt a spark of an unknown emotion. She ate a chip robotically without even blinking. She would cross her legs and uncross them every two seconds.

"What happened?" Grant asked.

She shrugged. "Nothing much. You missed the best part of it."

Grant's eyes moved to the camera. "Don't tell me that...."

"This?" Malia pointed at the camera. "It's fine. Nothing is on it."

Grant exhaled. He didn't like how Malia was sounding - flat and emot