Chapter Eight
Tanya lay on her side on the pallet. The room she was in was windowless, and with the lights out she couldn’t see a thing. She had seen the room when they had brought her in here. It was about ten feet on a side, the walls painted some sort of beige, the floor covered with some kind of dark blue-green indoor-outdoor carpeting, the ceiling covered with acoustical tiles except for the few openings for overhead lights. She wondered why they had brought her here, and how long they would make her wait in the dark.
Her wrists were bound behind her with a thick, braided dark tan rope that wasn’t quite as coarse as it looked. Her ankles were bound with more of the same rope. She was naked, except for the thin leather collar still buckled around her neck. She had a feeling that they
