Chapter Five
Tiled Inferno
The cell that held Jerry was completely bare.
A white unrelieved, featureless hell.
Endless white tiles on floor and walls. A door that had no handle, a bright light that was never off. A single drain in the floor that served his need to piss, smooth walls and ceiling only relieved by the ring, high on the wall, that the chain from his collar was padlocked to.
His wrists still behind his back, the cable-ties replaced by leather cuffs and a short chain. Hours before, he had been taken and chained in the cell and one of the nurses had hosed him down before she left without a word.
His erection had faded.
The lines of the whip were now just livid welts.
He sat on the hard floor, legs outstretched before him, back and arms leaning on the smooth tiles as he wo
