Chapter Four
Annabelle was on her back with her knees forced wide open. She’d walked uncertainly where Bert led her after leaving the bathroom, but when she saw the stirrups being engaged at the end of the table, complete with heavy black straps and buckles, she panicked and began struggling with every ounce of strength she had left. It had taken four men to get her on the table and secure her. Her feet were forced into the stirrups and the straps were secured around her ankles. Her wrists were secured to something behind her head. Bert had used a lever to keep pulling them farther and farther back behind her until her body was extended and taut. She screamed and thrashed about enough to harm herself, but she no longer cared.
“Bert! Do something! Chick’s gonna have a coronary!”
Annabell
