Chapter Twelve
Journey to Sunrise
I never realized that the eyebolts in the wall of my cell were made to be used, or if they were intended for something specific, some long ago design, now forgotten. My reasoning was in error.
The eyebolts attached to heavy chains, those heavy chains were secured around my wrists, and I was fixed to the wall. It was the master’s hands at the task. We were alone in the lonely cell, my naked body feeling glorious with expectation, even though I knew he would be brutal.
Before he began the beating, he hung weights on my labia with biting clamps, so that with every move, no matter how small, the weights would tug, pulling the skin lower and inviting more distress. It felt as if someone was clawing my insides out, but it wasn’t a pain to despise. I reserv
