Chapter Five
Patty Gets Acclimated
Frank pulled a lot of chain out of the old wooden ammo box and dumped it in front of Patty.
“You’ve been tied up for so long, I thought you might like a metal break…..you know, metal break…like mental break, ha, ha,” he laughed without smiling. Patty didn’t smile. She couldn’t because she had a thick, round, leather covered, wooden dowel wired into her mouth, holding her tongue captive, stretching her cheeks and providing a fixed hold for her teeth which were dug into the leather. Wires went from the sides of her pulled back cheeks; around her head where they were joined to the wire head harness she wore.
Frank had carefully adjusted this new torment device as she sat with her limbs wired to the back and legs of the sturdy steel chair which was, of
