Chapter Thirteen
Zoey Displayed
Claire led us down the stairs, ushered us into the basement room, and then receded. The room we entered had, at its center, a single wooden column that stood supporting a thick crossbeam. The resulting “T” dominated the low-ceilinged, cavernous room. There, in the center of the room, backed up against that column and facing us as we came through the doors, was the dramatically lit figure of a semi-nude woman, who stood held in place under a pair of floodlights, her eyes masked with a black silk blindfold. She had been tethered by a set of light chains that had been attached to her wrists and ankles. The young woman had been stripped to the waist, left on display in nothing but a pair of shiny black tights that rode low on her slight hips, sheathing compact
