Chapter 176: A Screw

[Margaret's Perspective]

Once again, I was hustled to a small room. It was an enclosed bathroom. I could see all the furnishings at a glance. The entire bathroom only had a toilet and a sink. Most importantly, there were no windows.

I showed Arthur my bound wrists and said, "How can I go to the toilet in this state?"

"I can help you." He looked at me subtly.

I felt goosebumps rising all over my body. "No," I refused.

Arthur grunted. He took a knife out of nowhere and cut the rope around my hands. I moved my wrists, which were sore from being tied up for so long. I looked at my feet and wanted to signal for him to untie me too.

"Just go," Arthur said coldly. "The rope around your feet doesn't affect you unless you're running away."

I stroked the ligature marks on my hands and bargained with him. "At least loosen it for me. I'll trip over myself easily like this."