CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Torchlight gleamed across the craggy stonewalls of the cave-like room into which Laney was led. Like something out of a Medieval dungeon, the room brought to mind the worst nightmarish images of convicted slaves, suspended from chains and beaten raw and bloody as they screamed into the night. Imaginings like these had often been fuel for Laney’s s****l lust, but the reality of such a room and such sadists ready to implement depraved fantasies like these had never been her reality.
It was now.
Once Nicholas pulled her from the cage, every nerve in her body, every human sense she was born with was heightened. As she walked in front of the men into this arcane cellar room, she felt almost disembodied: her mind detached, but her body more alive than ever and more scared. Ins
