Chapter Eighteen
Laurie couldn’t feel her legs. How long had she been squatting there? It felt like hours. When she had first awoken in this strange and terrifying room, her first impulse had been to cry for help, but she had only managed to produce an inarticulate throaty gurgle because there was something in her mouth pressing down on her tongue. She couldn’t turn to look because of an awful weight on her neck, but she could feel the leather cuffs on her wrists. Then she had looked down at her bare breasts and emitted a gargling squeal. The cool air around her crotch was all the confirmation she needed that she had been entirely stripped of her clothing. And terrified though she was, her initial suppressed ululations had been quickly tempered upon this discovery. She had no desire for a
