CHAPTER ELEVEN
Inside a clapboard shed adjacent to the ancient cottage, Laney was bound to a bed with an old metal frame. Through a long bank of dirty paint-stained windows, she could see the cottage and the comings and goings of Kafka, Ivana and the other men who attended her. Regularly through the day, she saw Ivana sexily kiss all the men as they left to do their daily business elsewhere, and again when they returned hours later. She even watched through the windows as Kafka f****d the woman, a scene that was certain to have been played out expressly for her eyes. Ivana had just brought her breakfast, and on leaving with the tray still in her hands, she was accosted by Kafka, who tossed the tray aside, and threw her against the cottage wall, while tearing away her small dress. All of h
