Chapter Three - Mining and Other Fine Hobbies
Jane grunted her frustrations into the stinking gag. Following endless hours of tendon-straining effort, she’d managed to get her right leg up and over the rope tied to the metal bar above and behind her. Her efforts had left her too exhausted to care for the sweat running into her eyes and soaking her clothes. For a long time, she hung by her bound wrists, working up the strength to try to free them from the hook, but she lacked the room to move her body that far. She had to half-crouch, half-kneel, to keep from putting all the strain on her shoulders. To make matters worse, she had peed her pants at some point.
In truth, she had made precious little progress. The tiny, musty closet she found herself imprisoned in proved bad enough. Each tim
