This is from chapter three of my current WIP, Old Man Malone Returns.
A little after five, Kellie tried to roll over
and felt something tug at her wrist. She was alarmed that her wrist felt
shackled. She woke Drew. He turned on the light, and what they saw shocked them
both. Kellie’s wrist was tied to the bed post by a plastic zip tie. It wasn’t
tight enough to cut off her circulation, but snug enough to keep her from
pulling her wrist free