Chapter Four
Peel and Feel
This vile deed we must, with all our majesty and skill, both countenance and excuse.”
Shakespeare, Hamlet, act 3, scene 4
“What are you doing? NUNGH!” Medora yanked and tugged at her wrist and ankle chains holding her stretched upright, arms uplifted along the sides of her head, suspended near the corner of the grim, cheerless cargo hold. Her designer clothes emphasized the enticing curves of her voluptuous body. “This is an outrage!” she snarled in her Greek accent. Her wide, brown eyes darted around the steel-walled, windowless makeshift cell, staring at the other girls, six of her female modeling employees; beautiful, terrified models suspended in chains like her. Her face twisted into a mask of rage. “Release me at once!”
Thorne stood in front of her, fl
