“Are you ready, girls?” I glanced at both their faces as we stood around the padded massage table in the center of the extracurricular room. They were both looking around at the various cabinets that lined the walls, probably wondering what was in them.
Honestly, the place looked more like a doctor’s office than any kind of dungeon, and I was surprised that neither of them expressed any dismay about it not meeting the expectations set by books and movies.
I opened one of the cabinets to reveal a selection of coiled ropes and watched their eyes grow a little wider. That certainly seemed to be something they expected. I pulled out a pair of blunt-nosed scissors next, the kind emergency medical technicians use to cut away clothing around a wound without injuring the patient.
I held the she
