Chapter Four
Sex, lying, and videotapes
Allison recovered slowly from her third dose of electrical torment, her body quivering on the harsh metal springs of the wicked cot. Her whole body ached. Her wrists and ankles burned red from her attempts to pull herself free. Her back ached from her thrashing under the ministrations of the electricity, and from the way the chains kept her pulled out so tightly toward the four corners of the cot.
Her eyes fluttered open with some difficulty. Through bleary eyes, she saw the officer and the other girl, Sierra, approaching. The girl had changed since she had left with the man. In the place of the white leather pony gear, Sierra was now wearing a slutty French maid outfit. The poofy skirt barely covered the other girl's crotch, leaving a long expans
