Chapter Nine
The days and weeks passed slowly as my time in hell continued. Both Mia and the Mexicans had made a visit. There was no escaping the brutal tortures and continual beatings. One morning after a five mile run, I was taken right back to the barn. Adam had constructed a new torture device for me to try.
Two pieces of plywood had been fastened together at the top and spread apart nearly three feet at the base. I knew what it was. I had studied torture a lot after kidnapping my first slave. It was similar to what they called a Spanish donkey, except Adam’s had a very nasty addition to the top edge where I would sit. Instead of being sharp, he made a v type saddle with extremely stiff old fashion brushes on top. They had been narrowed down to fit between my legs. The bristles were
