Chapter Twelve
Ellie was half carried, half dragged along and through a warren of dim passages, down a set of stairs and still deeper into the basement area.
I found myself in a dim room lit by a single torch burning against the far wall, the smoke from which tasted acrid to my tongue. My hands were still held by one of the two bitches, whilst the other fetched something black from the shadows.
I watched in horror as it was lifted towards my face, the pungent gag inducing scent of latex and chalk flowed over me. My ability to see vanished as my head was swallowed up by the mask. The rear zip was slowly pulled down from my hair-line to the nape of my neck, fully encompassing me. There were no eye-holes in this mask, I was instantly and totally blinded, my thoughts swirled out of control
