When Susan arrived, picking her way gingerly in high heels through the dust and mud, I knew I was doomed. The vile woman strode into through the door with an evil smirk on her face, just as Preston was tying my wrists to beams above. Throwing his heaviest rope over the thick rafters, he then wrapped my hands and wrists until the bondage was secure and I was unable to move.
“Keep your legs spread, or I’ll bind them apart,” he ordered. I took his message seriously, enduring the strain it placed on my thighs and my upper body. If I didn’t know before that this would be a trial to endure, I knew it then.
“Oh! How pretty we are,” Susan bleated sarcastically, as she suddenly turned her attention from an inspection of the room to me. Her eyes lit on me with a devilish glare. I swear she was Lu
