He blinked and raised his head before dropping it back to the bed with a groan.
I sipped my rioja and gave him another few minutes to come to before standing and placing myself in his field of view.
"Hello there, EE."
Confusion washed over his face. He tried to sit up again and finally noticed the ropes. He stared at me for a moment and then spoke. "You tied me up?" A master of the obvious.
His voice was deeper than I expected. Huskier. I would not have realised who he was, except for the boxes of books in the back. Who else would drive around with 752 copies of Novel Deviations Volume 3 in his car?
"Did you think I wouldn't notice? Every GTP, ignored. Continuations, buried down in the comments. You skipped over every submission I made, EE, and you expected me to bend over and take it. Well, now you are going to have to face the music." My eyes were steely.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Hurt you? I'm going to make you regret you were ever born. You will be screaming for mercy by the time I'm done with you. Begging me to stop."
"Oh God," he whispered. "You aren't going to read me your manuscript, are you?"
"You should be so lucky, " I told him as I settled down in the comfy chair and turned on my laptop. "No. I'm going to read you a year's worth of blog posts." I paused. "Not my blog."
He watched me warily.
I waited a moment and then pulled the laptop towards me. "Let's start. What's playing on on the iPod right now?"
His screams echo'd off of the walls but there was no one to save him. Revenge was mine.