Though they hadn’t resorted to electrocution, she wasn’t sure the sharp ended poles were much better. Chantelle stood, one wet blanket wrapped around her as securely as possible, not because she cared about nudity, but to protect her skin. Still, they jabbed at her bare legs and when one thrust cut deep enough to make her bleed she jolted away, giving the man on the other side the opportunity to stab her in the shoulder.
Chantelle laughed as blood ran. “This is your plan? Risk giving me hypothermia or having me bleed out? You know what I believe? This is your true fantasy. This has nothing to do with your delusions about people changing into monsters. It’s always been your dream to get a girl in a cage. Only way one will stay put. How many times did you wank off last night to thoughts of
