Chapter Thirteen
Inquisition
The woman in the iron cage couldn't possibly be her, Sandrella thought, viewing the entire scene as though it was appearing to her on a screen or mirror instead of the way it actually was with her being a live participant. But there she was, locked helplessly in this iron enclosure that wrapped dozens of thick metal bands around every part of her naked body. Her hands were behind her back, locked together with a single metal cuff/band that held the wrists tightly together. Her elbows were fastened the same way. Both arms were pressed hard against her back by the cage's bands. Her legs and ankles bore similar cuffs, which were quite unnecessary because the pressure from the cage bands was so intense that each of its many bands pressed deep into her flesh, inde
