Chapter Two
Since their arrival at The Villa, they had been kneeling. They now wore leather hoods that restricted any speech, hearing or sight. Leather gagged them as well, with a tight egg-shaped wad of it stuffed deep into their mouths. Soft bees wax had been packed into their ears before the hood was pulled over their heads and locked to the wide heavy leather collars. Silent, blind and deaf, they knelt and waited. They’d been on their knees for hours, always bound and immobile. When the hoods were fitted, they’d briefly seen their surroundings: cool and austere, a light green room with an institutional feeling and a slightly medicinal smell. They’d briefly seen their captors too; not the two Mexicans who had brought them to The Villa, but two tall blond women who were true Amazons of
