Chapter Ten
Borga’s Prison Playmate
Violet’s eyes fluttered open as the last swirls of chloroform fog drifted out from her mind. She was lying on her back, staring up at a high, arched stone ceiling. Near the rear of the chamber wall chains dangled down from ringbolts, with leather cuffs waiting to ensnare some unfortunate girl’s wrists. Beside her, about ten feet away, a wide arched opening revealed a passageway outside, with another archway opening into a chamber on the other side.
A lone kerosene lamp cast a warm, golden glow in the chamber where Violet lay. She glanced right and left, surprised to see her slim arms stretched parallel horizontally, her upper arms touching against her head on each side.
She strained to sit up. “UNGNH!” She felt tight leather straps imprisoning her wr
