Chapter Ten
Regina served in the wet room for three days. She thought of it, when she allowed herself to think at all, as domestic service in hell. In the afternoon of the first day, she scrubbed the men’s room, ignored for the most part by the men who came to use the urinals. In turn, Regina did her best to disregard the hooded girl who was perched on a post in the center of the room.
The girl’s legs dangled uselessly inches above the floor, and her arms were bound wrists to elbows behind her. She rode a narrow saddle, anally impaled the girl had writhed for a time, slowly, seeking a point of balance that would ease her torture, trying to lift herself by tensing her cheeks against the saddle. In the end, time and gravity had their way and the thick shaft had slowly burrowed into her. T
