Chapter Five
She has the beautiful symmetry of a dancer’s body, and when it’s crudely re-configured in stocks, against a whipping post or bound to a cross, none of that diminishes her loveliness he sees in her. Torture augments her beauty; she shines as a brilliant jewel. Her eyes light up and her face becomes a remarkable palette of mesmerizing grimaces, wounded looks and peaceful letting go. He has her now bound in the pillory, his Colleen at his mercy, just as he promised.
On the fringes of the dungeon space, a dozen eyes peer from the darkness on the scene—watching, waiting. Some have seen the couple before and know what to expect.
Colleen’s head fits through the pair of roughhewn beams, while her wrists are anchored to either side of her face in their own openings. Her slim wris
