Chapter Thirteen
Hang 10
“Well, here we are,” said Fabian. “I just know you’re going to love this place. It’s much cleaner and warmer than where you recently spent your training time and certainly more hospitable than that grubby horse farm in The States.”
Lucy listened to Fabian, wishing that she could see what he was talking about and that she could get out of this grossly uncomfortable tree device that she was still bound to. All parts of her body hurt: her captive wrists, neck and ankles all throbbed from the metal cuffs. After more than a day in the travel case, she was again bound to the metal tree. Her poor stuffed mouth ached from the distortion of the gag and other areas were still hurting from the cart pulling and torture regimen of the mine. Those thoughts reminded her that t
