![]() He tortured her with silence when he brought her food, if she could call week-old bread food. What type of person keeps a woman locked up in a hellhole like this? Who was her captor? And why was he holding her captive? What unspeakable thing had she done in her life to make a complete stranger treat her that way? I’m a kind and caring person, aren’t I? Time to think, time to ask herself the same questions, over and over. She had finally grown used to the vile stench permeating her temporary cell. Her hands, tightly bound to an old wooden chair, had lost all feeling. The woman had no concept of time, no idea how long she’d been tied up. ![]() ![]() The pain intensified from the welts on her naked back. Thanks to Karri Klawiter for the wonderful cover, you’re a talented lady. Special thanks to my wonderful editor Misti Wolanski. ![]() If you fancy something a little saucy why not pick up one of the short erotic stories I have written under the name of Tiffany Towers ![]()
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