Chapter SevenVisitation
I wasn’t carried all the way. Yes, I hung over the orderly’s shoulder, but after a short walk I was none too gently deposited in a wheelchair. A couple of leather straps criss-crossed my chest in an X while two more across the tops of my thighs and down at my ankles prevented my legs from kicking outwards. Yeah, strapped in tight.
Wheeled down a long hallway, but instead of going to Livia’s office we turned toward numbered doors that I hadn’t seen before. These actually had large windows, so it was easy to see inside, and each window was filled with a bound woman. They all watched as I approached and probably long after I had gone by, their eyes laser locked, never once looking away. And they weren’t all young things either. A good portion were milfs with a couple
