“What do you want to know?” she asked as she felt him move to her other wrist, tying it to the opposite arm. Her arms were now trapped uselessly in the shape of a U behind her.
“Where are you from, Caroline?” he queried as he pulled her back against the bars, reaching through to pass the rope around in front of her chest, below her breasts.
“I’m from Dallas,” she answered, gasping slightly as he pulled the rope tight against the bare flesh exposed beneath the tied-up top.
“And what brings you out here to the farm?” he asked. He passed the rope back behind her again, forcing it between her back and bound arms.
“My father died,” she answered as she watched the rope reappear before her, above her breasts now.
“Is that what you called him?” he asked and Melanie grunted as he yanked hard o
