Chapter Eight
That’s What Friends Are For
Laura blinked her eyes when her blindfold was removed by a brawny guard. “Val, it’s you!” She looked up at her wrists, high over her head, locked in black iron manacles. “What’s all this for?” Her naked body hung from the chains stretching upward into the near darkness. She hung from the vaulted ceiling of a windowless cell, deep in the crypt-like chambers of Harrowcroft Prison for the Sexually Insane. Her ankles were locked to the chains pulling her legs apart, stretching her body into a taunt “X”. Next to her she could look down into a wide, circular pit, leading down into a dreadful darkness.
“Val? Why don’t you speak to me, Val. Please, help me!”
I grinned, still not speaking. It was so strange, feeling such a thrill at the sight. A tinglin
