She thought immediately of driving to the nearest police station. But then the thought of spending eternity, or at least a significant part of it, in hell made her shiver. As she drove along, she began to have doubts as to whether it was all some strange hallucination, some terrible nightmare that she might yet wake up from.
She looked down at her hands on the steering wheel and could see on her wrists the dull iron bracelets that were still there. They were heavy on her arms and seemed all too real. Her hand drifted up to her neck and she found the collar the devil had installed there. If it was a dream, it was a harrowingly realistic one. But the alternative was too harsh to bear. Was she really a slave to Lucy Borgia? Was there really a poor young woman strung up in her basement with
