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Chapter Five Bed Behind Bars I was getting drowsy, in spite of my fears. I bet Mark slipped something into our last champagne to make us sleep. Well, that’s okay with me, I’m exhausted, I just want to shut this out of my mind and wake up tomorrow and get out of this cell. The darkness, my exposed and defenseless body, and weird men prowling around us, hunting for fun with girls in bondage. It was all giving me the creeps. I turned my face to the wall again and looked at the stiff leather strap hanging there, all too convenient and tempting. Looks like the one that security man was whipping that girl’s breasts with. She must be in one of these cells near me. Am I going to be next? I examined the other devices hanging next to it. Leather restraints, straps, buckles, shiny metal clamps