Chapter Four
June Twenty Six
3:00 A.M.
The canopy bed had been stripped of its curtains and ruffles, leaving the bare bones of the wrought iron framework exposed. Even the bedding was gone. The mattress had been covered with a vinyl table cloth, spread upside down so that the flannel lining was on top.
It’s a drop cloth, thought Corrie, in case things get messy.
Sophie called it her playroom. It was too comfortable and well lit to be considered a dungeon. Once it had been a master bedroom, with high ceilings and a walk in closet. The French doors leading to the balcony had been closed against the night. The walls were covered with whips and paddles hanging from hooks, and shelves covered with restraint devices and s*x toys. The furnishings were few, and none were designed for comfort.
