Chapter 26Katie woke up aching, her back in torment. It felt as though she was suspended in mid-air, drawn on some vertical medieval torture rack. Her arms stretched over her head, heavy manacles rooting her to an immovable object, while her legs were spread-eagled and lashed to something else. The memories of the stun gun being pressed into her and Stuart’s gaunt face leering at her while he knocked her out came crashing back, and her eyes shot wide open.
She was in a bedroom, an expensively decorated one, with a wall of covered windows off to her side. A quick glance upward confirmed heavy hooks in the ceiling holding the iron cuffs in place. Another look, this time down, explained the slight breeze around her calves. Her pants had been torn off at the knees, leaving her legs bare, and
