Chapter Five …
Cellar of Pain
The cellar smelled of old things: mold, cast off antiques and unwanted memories. An itchy feeling of anxiety resided there along with a residue of fear remaining from long ago scenes of punishment and surrender. The lingering sounds of Sarah’s own screams seemed to vibrate from the stone walls, reverberating in an endless echo.
Very little had changed about the place over the years, or the feeling that accompanied her presence there. And why would it? She was Alexander Strathorn’s wife, his submissive, a contract slave. She owed him her allegiance, her loyalty and her love – something that had been in short supply these last two years. Being in her husband’s cellar awaiting his decree, his punishing anger and his stern rebuke should be something she’d expec
