Balia was still in that position for over thirty minutes. The ropes had done a number by sinking into her skin. It hurt like crazy, and she was sure it would leave an angry mark on her skin. Her ankles felt the same way.
She looked up to the four-poster bed at each corner, where the rope was attached to curved brass rods, strong enough that even her weight couldn't pull off.
She was wise enough not to try to swing. It wasn't going to be to her benefit. She imagined herself turning from left to right to get the rod off. It would only make the rope sink deeper into her skin and cause her more pain.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she began to whimper. Hot tears ran down the side of her face as she sobbed and weakly called out for someone to get her out of there. She wondered where the
