Jeremiah tweaked Cheryls n*****s and then moved to leave the room. As she saw him go, Cheryl realized that she was being abandoned to the nefarious discomfort of her bindings and to the terrible visions that arose in her mind as she contemplated the devices of torture. She redoubled her efforts to speak, to beg him to free her, not to leave her to the devices of that horrible angry man who had raped her mouth on the plane. But Cheryl was not the first slave Jeremiah had left here to contemplate the horrifying torments that awaited them. He patted her head, turned and left.
Jeremiah had left on the lights in the room so Cheryl could plainly see and contemplate the many instruments of torture that were displayed. Her blood ran cold. Her stomach sank. Her mouth became dry. All of the cliché
