Chapter Eight
July Two
1:00 A.M.
The girl was ass up over the trestle.
Langley had time earlier to study the device, while Baron was using the girl’s mouth in the same efficient and indifferent way that he might use a masturbatory aid. The framework was like a small table without a top. There were four steel rings welded to the legs of the stand, and the cross bars above were wrapped with rubber foam of the sort used to insulate water pipes in cold climates. When the Asian woman dragged the girl over to it by the hair and urged her to mount it, Langley understood its design at last.
The Asian had thrown open the trunk and reached into it for coils of rope that she used to bind the girl’s wrists and ankles to the waiting rings. Her arms were at full stretch, her fingertips an inch abov
