Chapter Nineteen
David hears noise above and the iron doors open to emit light. He stirs from the strange somnolence to which he has become all too accustomed... a combination of dreamy sleep and uncontrolled hallucinations. He panics as his mental acumen returns and he recalls Heather’s fingers working about his scrotal sac, slowly tightening the rubber bands, and the constant dull pain she induced. His panic stems from the realization that it has stopped! He can feel nothing!
The frame moves and David knows he will once again face his captors... naked... thoroughly restrained. It is most humiliating but there is fullness in his bladder. At least the cap on his Prince’s Wand will be removed to allow relief.
The rising frame slowly brings his head into the dull light of the wine cellar.
