Chapter Four
Restitution
Before Lisa returned, Silk took a length of rope from under the couch and passed it through a large metal eye bolt that had been screwed into a ceiling beam on the far side of the room. I noticed two cameras and a series of lights were attached to the beam. Lisa’s trip to the deli for beer and that stuff about owing Rafti and his wife money had been a sham. Arisha’s three choices weren’t hers at all. Either Frank or Silk made them up. The whipping had been planned. Arrangements had been made.
Lisa appeared in the doorway. “Over here,” Silk directed, pointing to the floor between my chair and the couch. “On your knees,” he said. Lisa got to her knees in front of him. She looked terrified. In her hands she carried the restraints, the long leather belts, a
