Chapter Three
Jessica’s Long Night
Every time Jessica moved, it seemed like the cruel rusted springs beneath her would find a new and more tender piece of her flesh to pinch and bite. And yet, try as she might, she could not resist her attempts at motion. Her body continually sought some position of comfort or some freedom from the grip of the bonds that held her in place. Only a few hours earlier, she realized, if asked her opinion about handcuffs, she might have winked and said something like ‘Oohh… kinky’ with a playful smile. Now, that innocent opinion was gone, transformed into an utter hatred for the slender pieces of metal and the way they eliminated her freedom and chafed her flesh in their un-giving restraint.
Though the cot was anything but comfortable, bare springs pressed in
