Chapter Ten
The life of David Farnsworth Smythe changed so rapidly. One day copulating his way across the Mediterranean... the next suspended naked in a dark pit.
In lowering the frame, Heather stopped the motor before the wooden bottom piece met the gravel flooring. Thus David’s well restrained form hangs some two feet above the bottom of the pit. In being attached to the frame by way of short chains connected to the hose clamps... neck, thumbs, biceps, thighs, ankles... he feels as if he is entrapped in a spider’s web. There is permitted some degree of movement, but it merely causes the frame to sway in the complete darkness.
Above, the doors covering the oubliette are closed with the suspending rope nicely positioned in the narrow seam between the two iron sheets. A small notch, int
