Chapter Six
Morning came very late. I spent too many hours bent over the goddamn horse being bitten by the evil teeth of the never-loosening clamps. They bit harder than a rabid dog. There was no escape and no possible relief.
Finally they came in to release me. When the clip was removed from my c**t, I think I passed out from the intense pain. The ones on my t**s weren’t any better. I howled and shrieked like a banshee. Then the locks and cuffs were removed, but my body was too stiff and sore to even move. Legs irons were closed tight around my ankles and handcuffs secured my wrists. One of them placed my food on the floor near the horse.
“You have ten minutes to eat and go outside to do what is necessary,” Mike told me.
Ten minutes was not going to do it. I was too sore to even move
