people were strange

“Oh.” God, people were strange, Eve thought,fake montblanc pens. The woman had stood up under unspeakable pain, but she was leaking because some guy was soft on her. “He probably will now. Jesus, music off!” she ordered as she bound Lowell’s feet. But the voices continued to soar. “You know how he shut that shit off?”
“Not really. I’ve been kind of tied up since I got here.”
Eve plopped down on her ass and laughed like a loon. “You ever think of giving up baking and going into police work, Ariel—I swear you’ve got the spine and the nasty streak for it.”
“I like baking. I’m going to bake you the most incredible cake. It’s going to be a goddamn work of art. Oh,replica montblanc pens, God, God, do you think someone’s coming with drugs soon?”
“It won’t be long. I’m going to see if I can get the doors open, or break the glass.”
“But…don’t leave me.”
“Listen.” Eve gained her feet, stepped over so she and Ariel were face-to-face. “I’m not going anywhere without you. On my word.”
“What’s your name? I’m sorry, did you tell me your name already?”
“It’s Dallas. Eve Dallas.”
“If I give Erik a break and we get married, I’m naming the first kid after you.”
“There’s a lot of that going around.”
“Get us the hell out of here, Dallas.”
Eve moved to the door, yanked, shoved, pulled, kicked, rammed. Cursed. Turning again, she pulled the coat over Ariel’s face. “Just for a minute, in case the glass flies around.” And taking out her weapon again,nike shox torch ii, she upped the stream and blasted at the door.
The glass held, but she saw it shake. She hit it again, aiming for the same spot, then a third time. On the forth, the glass erupted into a wild spiderweb of cracks.
“Nearly through, Ariel.” Eve holstered her weapon, picked up the stool and slammed it into the damaged door. She beat at it until the ground sparkled and the opening was clear.
After heaving the stool aside, Eve went back to uncover Ariel’s face. Paler now, Eve noted, shaking a little more. Had to get moving, had to get gone. “Found a way out. I’m going to cut these ropes now.”
“Try not to let the knife slip. I’m pretty tired of getting cut.”
Eve picked up one of Lowell’s tools, nudged the coat away from Ariel’s arm. It was patterned with cuts, punctures, burns. Eve set the blade on the rope, looked up into Ariel’s eyes. “He’s going to pay. He’s going to pay for every minute you spent in here. I swear it.”
She had to saw through the rope, leaving bracelets of it around Ariel’s abraded wrists. And she had to turn her mind, her rage away from the wounds she saw,LINK.
As she freed Ariel’s feet, she heard Lowell give a soft groan.
“He’s waking up, he’s waking up.” Voice pitched in panic and pain, Ariel struggled to sit. “He can’t get loose, can he?”
“No. He’s not getting up on his own. And look, if he tries, we have this.” Eve drew her weapon again.
“Why don’t you stun him again? While I watch.”
“Appreciate the sentiment, but I think it’s time to get you out of here. Here, let’s get this coat on you.” As Eve slid the sleeves on, Ariel hissed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She kept her eyes trained on Lowell. “I’m okay. Can you help me down so I can kick him? In the face. That’s what I imagined doing. I want to kick him in the face.”