Chapter Three
Maid for service
Jessica followed him in silence, trying to block out the familiar sound of the music playing behind her. Even free of the cot herself, the sound of it had her on edge. The memory of what that music signaled was terrifying to her. She had spent two nights locked down to that cot, sleepless nights filled with cruel torture. Soon, the music would give way to static and flashing lights, and then the countdown. The shocks would follow. She shuddered at the memory of how helpless she had been as the electricity coursed through her body.
When they reached the doors to the two stalls, Jessica's heartbeat quickened for a moment. Which one was he bringing her to? Would it be the rough-hewn one where she had spent her first nights or would it be the softer one that s
