Chapter Eleven
Conversation Piece
Melanie woke to the sound of metal clattering against the bars of her cell. She sat up quickly on the cot, turning to see Jonathan smiling at her through the bars with a bundle of cuffs and chains in his hands. Waking in the cell brought back the same feelings that she had been experiencing before her nap, conflicting feelings of fear and excitement. It was becoming hard to tell where one began and the other ended. Jonathan stood by the door, beckoning her.
“You have some decisions to make now, Melanie,” he said as she reached up to remove the towel. She must have been sleeping a little while at least, because her hair was drier now. Dropping the towel on the cot, she padded barefoot across the floor to stand on the other side of the cell door from him
