Chapter Thirty-One
I have only six days to wait before discovering what that latter might be – the six longest and shortest days of my life. Then Friday evening arrives. Morgan has very portentously joined us for dinner, and she takes immense, scornful satisfaction in the way I’m given mine kneeling naked under the table with my hands manacled behind me. Of course, I’m too wracked with anxiety to more than nibble at a few of the scraps provided me and content myself with emptying my water dish. This is just as well – an empty stomach and adequate hydration are both sure to be beneficial tonight. Immediately after finishing, the goddesses in residence once again blindfold and ring-gag me. They link my cuffed hands and hobbled feet together in hogtie fashion, zip me into my black traveling
