Chapter Thirteen
Mara’s Revenge
Midnight. I was alone in a dark, nerve-racking cell again, chained; arms straight up, legs spread wide. As always, defenseless and afraid. I dozed, tormented by a swirling kaleidoscope of lurid nightmares.
Something woke me. A sound of bare feet striding along the floor and eager breathing amplified and echoed by the flat stone walls of the narrow passageways. The gleam of a lantern grew around the corner, brightening as someone approached. Finally it appeared, and turned the corner.
Mara! She came stalking along the corridor toward my cell, lantern in one hand, coiled whip in the other, her body completely naked. Her scowling eyes fixed on my spread-eagled body, her frown prophesying my fate. She stopped outside my cell door and glanced guiltily at the
