Chapter Twelve
Franny was pressed against a stone wall, just satin to warm and comfort her. Her hands were bound to shackles in the wall at her feet and wrists. There she remained immobile while others moved around the room behind her. A blindfold prevented her from seeing any of it. What she heard with her ears were moans, the snapping of leather, and an occasional shriek.
Were her shrieks so shrill, she wondered while she still had time to think.
When she felt hands again, it was to unfasten her and strip her of the dress, though she was back on the wall seconds later, with a new sensation of cold stone shocking her overheated system as if the chill was drawing her life away.
Propelled down corridors in her mind, in the secluded blindness of sensation, she was moved from place to pl
