The ropes that were attached to the ceiling rigging were then detached, and she was bound to a table where she rested on her back. Her arms were still strung up to her sides—though they were now tied to posts on either side of her. And the wires that held her bent knees wide and secured her feet were reattached to a lower set of eyehooks.
“Torture her!” a voice suddenly sprung from the crowd behind Aimee.
The room was instantly astir with sounds of hushed voices and rustling cloaks.
“Bring on the machine!” another voice followed the first.
The din grew more pronounced.
The two men who’d stripped away the drapery needed no commands to get them moving. They’d rehearsed the scene before it began, and worked with practiced skill. A strange contraption soon appeared from underneath a re
