Chapter Ten
Through the looking glass, Mistress Laura observed Kelli Stapleton hanging limply below the steel beam lowered from the ceiling. Two leather straps girded her wrists above her head and two more stretched her ankles to the floor. Her chin sagged heavily on her chest, and ugly red stripes crisscrossed her breasts. The twins stood stoically at her side like guards.
Kelli’s shriek made Laura’s skin prickle. Like fangs of rampaging fire ants, she recalled an occasion years before when McGee had strung her from a similar contraption and then whipped her, first twirling the lash and then striking with brutal repetition.
“You belong to me now, slut,” Promus yelled then, as he was yelling now. Laura closed her eyes and revisited her passage into the world of s****l slavery.
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