Chapter Fourteen
The sun had set, but off to the west the sky was still bright. Ron fed a few more twigs and broken branches to the campfire. It didn’t really need any more fuel, but the activity gave him an excuse to look at Elizabeth for a little while longer. She was staked out face down, spread-eagled, naked and gagged. All that lay between her body and the bare ground was a blanket of pine needles. She tossed her head to get her hair out of her face and looked back at him over her shoulder. She saw him watching her and ground her hips in a slow circle before dropping her head back down. She began struggling with her bonds, making little whimpers of dismay – she knew what he liked. He got up and slowly walked over to her. The rawhide thongs that tied her wrists and ankles to the tent
