Chapter Sixteen
“I don’t like this,” Palmieri shook her head vigorously. “Please. I don’t want to do this.”
“Too late for that, dearie,” replied the older woman. She kept her grip on Palmieri’s upper arm, urging her along. “Only way to go for you is through the door.” They were coming to the end of the dimly-lit hall. Just ahead was a set of double doors that filled the stone archway. Palmieri was freshly bathed and groomed and completely naked. Her wrists were bound behind her with black cord, her long hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail.
“Just do what I told you to do and you should be okay,” the woman smiled. She was somewhere in her fifties, with stiff, iron-gray hair. She was also half a foot taller than Palmieri and much, much stronger. She let go of Palmieri and went to swing
