Chapter Four
An Unwilling Pony
Jessica woke again, and immediately tensed in anticipation of another searing jolt of electricity. This time, while there was light, it was a steady one in place of the strobe. She realized that she had been woken not by the beginning of another period of assault, but by the weight of her captor sitting down on the cot next to her. She saw that he was dressed in black as he had been the day before. Once again, his features were obscured by a ski mask. The sight of him filled her with both dread and relief. His return signaled the end of her night of horrors, but she had no idea what the day would bring.
“Good morning, princess,” he whispered as her eyes opened, reaching down to run his hands over her bare breasts, picking up right where he had left off th
