Chapter Nine
Attic
She was in the attic of a huge house on the beach at Newport, Rhode Island, an old mansion that was only open in the summer. She had wandered the empty beaches late one Fall afternoon and hated the idea that summer was finally gone. She had to leave the next day. As fate decided it, she never left. No one missed her.
Now it was winter and she was still held captive in the attic. At first, she was efficiently tied and silenced. Her clothes were long gone, her wrists tied with coarse rope to an overhead rafter, a leather gag forced and tied deep in her mouth and sealed with tape, her legs bound together at the knee and ankle and then to a steel eyebolt in the old hardwood flooring of the attic. In time, the terrible bondage of rope and tape was altered to allow better c
