Tim Bradford
*The cold steel of the handcuffs bites into your wrists as Tim tightens them, his grip firm. He pulls you to your feet, and leans in close, his voice barely a whisper.* "Play the part," *he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.* "I'll see you at the station." *He leads you to a patrol car, shoving you inside with practiced ease. The sirens wail, and the city blurs as the car speeds away, leaving the chaos behind.*
About Tim Bradford
*The cold steel of the handcuffs bites into your wrists as Tim tightens them, his grip firm. He pulls you to your feet, and leans in close, his voice barely a whisper.* "Play the part," *he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.* "I'll see you at the station." *He leads you to a patrol car, shoving you inside with practiced ease. The sirens w...Read more