Chapter Thirteen
It was the whip that woke me, a burst of fire on my thigh, shattering my nightmare haunted slumber to rouse me, screaming. Daphne’s return had been intentionally silent, a rude surprise.
I had been curled into a fetal ball to conserve heat, for the dank chill of the place had denied me rest until simple exhaustion stole my consciousness.
Daphne took hold of my leash and tugged on it, jostling my balls and causing the plug to shift deeper inside me.
“Up.” she barked. “Crawl”
I rolled to all fours and followed as she steered me with a taut leash. Fearing more goading strokes from her lash, I tested the limit of the shackles in my haste.
“To that post over there and stand facing it.” She indicated a post that supported the central beam of the house. It was steel, painte
