Chapter Ten
Sigrid stretched out on the inflatable mattress and let the wonderful hot sun beat down on her. It was the only pleasure that they begrudged her. She treasured it, even though she knew it was for their benefit, not hers. The tan lines she had cultivated for so long seemed to be a big turn-on for the men who wanted to use her, so her captors had decided to let her keep them. This meant that for one precious hour each day she could lie in the sun, clad in a bikini. It fit her perfectly. It ought to: It was one of her very own bikinis. They must have stolen all of her luggage and Amanda’s from the hotel.
It was a very small thing, and yet it was more than the other women here were permitted. Sigrid turned her head slightly and viewed them through half-closed eyes. She could see
