Yes, with conditions

Lisa lay alone for what seemed hours before Usher finally reappeared, stepping over to her and cupping her cheek once more as he spoke.

"Ya did well love, and although I'd love to keep ya around, I'm a man of me word." He patted her cheek lightly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "One thing ta know though. Ya even think about comin for me, you best not miss cos if I get my hands on you again, you wont be leavin. An I got lotsa customers who'd pay a pretty penny for a roll with a sweet young thing like you.. would keep it dead secret too. So don't go gettin no ideas for ****."

Lisa nodded silently then with a sigh Usher reached over her and unfastened the bonds at her wrists. She groaned in relief as she lowered her arms to her sides, stretching her stiff, sore muscles for the first time in days. Usher quickly rose and stepped away from the bed, watching the cowgirl like a hawk, but she made no sudden movements. The truth was that she couldn't, such was the state of her. The lack of nourishment combined with her inactivity had left her weak and aching and noting this in her sluggish movements, Usher grunted happily.

"Door's open, see yerself out when yer can. This can be our little secret eh? I won't tell if you don't." he said, tapping his nose conspiratorially at her. Lisa shook her head in disbelief as he backed out of the room, rubbing her sore wrists before easing her legs over the side of the bed. With no small amount of effort she rose and took a few unsteady steps on shaky legs, before digging through the piles of rags and junk lining the floor to find her clothes. Eventually she found her pants and shirt, but her underclothes were nowhere to be seen. Presumably the sick fuck had stashed them away somewhere to keep as a souvenir she guessed, deciding she did not have the energy to confront him about it. No, that time would come but for now she focussed on getting out and as far away from the gun shop as possible. And so it was Lisa found herself free of captivity and back out on the street, tired, sore and barefoot but free. She looked about the quiet town, as the last of the day's sun disappeared over the horizon and pondered her next move.