The doors swung open and I was the first one yanked out. Someone pulled a hood over my head and tied it off around my neck. Arms wrenched behind me, strong hands directed me down a cold hallway. A sharp turn and I was pushed to a thinly carpeted floor. The hood was ripped away and a door slammed shut behind me.
My eyes adjusted to find I was in an almost exact copy of a celloom that I had been in before. Just like in the other place a small window over the bed provided a small amount of light, and I climbed up to get a look. This time though, instead of a plush garden, what I found resembled an open air dungeon.
Various heavy pieces of equipment ringed the yard, an X-cross, several spanking horses, even a sturdy wooden suspension frame. But what drew my attention the most was right below
