"Daddy?" Jack asked, bending down to pick up the unconscious form. "That's new."
He hefted her over one shoulder unceremoniously and walked her to the empty store front. There were no eyes on the street to catch him in what he was doing, but he stayed close to the wall anyway. No need to take risks, after all.
There were things set up in that store, but not one of them would make Enigma any more comfortable. Not physically, and not with the situation she would wake to find herself in. He hadn't even brought along water to give her when she woke, knowing full well that her mouth would probably be dry and cottony. He was in the mood to make her suffer in every way possible.
Jack secured the young Nigma to a hard backed wooden chair with a great deal of rope. She was a tricky bitch, and he didn't want her finding a way out of this until he was done. He made sure to secure her hands and even went so far as to tie her hands into fists.
Paranoid? Probably. But Jack's paranoia had saved him from getting killed a lot.
He sat in front of the girl, waiting for her to come around. She had no gag on. Not yet. He wanted answers, and gagging would not provide them.