As Kim reluctantly reached toward the back of the high chair, Mandy latched onto his hand with sudden strength, then as quickly grabbed the other, which was hanging limply over the side, and pulled it backwards to meet the first. As Kim grunted through his pacifier and tried to squirm loose, he heard a sharp tearing sound and felt his wrists entwined in wide, sticky ribbons. When Mandy released her grip, Kim wriggled his hands against the gluey restraints that securely bound his arms.
Mandy popped up in front of the high chair again, brandishing a roll of silvery duct tape. “This is great stuff,” she said admiringly. “It’s good for all kinds of things.” The tape screeched as she unrolled a six-inch length and ripped it free of the spool.