It took only one look at Chase for Kiley to want to swing her cuffed fists into Simms's crotch. He looked horrible and for one awful moment, she felt her throat close up, like she might actually cry. Something she didn't want to do in front of Chase, and certainly not in front of Simms. Edwin had told her that Simms had Chase tied to a chair, but this was... way worse than what she had been imagining.
Her entire body tensed when Simms moved to take the tape off of Chase's mouth with the knife and she glared at him, her fingers curling into fists. She could do it. She could just... jump on his back now and put the cuffs around his throat and pull and try to hold on until he wasn't breathing anymore. She could do it. But Simms was suddenly moving away and Kiley watched him close the door and sit before she turned back to Chase.
"He didn't do anything," Kiley said, her voice hoarse. "I wanted to see you. He wanted my clothes." She rolled her eyes and forced a faint smile. "Pretty predictable, if you ask me. But we made a deal that didn't involve touching." Kiley lowered herself to her knees next to him, just so Simms didn't have full view of her body while she spoke. His lip was bleeding and she itched to touch him, or help in some way. He looked fucking terrible. And she hated that she couldn't say what she really wanted to, with Simms sitting there. "What happened? What did you try to do?"