Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 32: Hung by the Thumbs

Darlene was tied to a post in the Blue Room. There was a great deal of rope wrapped round her body from ankles up to neck. You could hardly see where her arms were pulled behind the post and bound tightly with the elbows together. Most of the ropes had been put on so tightly that they were embedded into her flesh.

But as uncomfortable as those restraints were, Melinda was far more uncomfortable. In fact, her position was approaching agony.

Leather strips had been looped around her thumbs and she was hoisted off the floor by them. More loops dug into her big toes and down to the ring in the floor beneath her. Enough force had been used in pulling her toes down for her to feel as if she were stretched out on a rack. Her thumbs were turning a dark color and streaks of pain where shooting down into her arms.

This was the first time that she had been left alone with Darlene since her recapture. For a long time she said nothing, feeling nothing but anger for Darlene. She had been told by Angus on the drive back home that Darlene had snitched on her, running immediately to the Master to tell of the errant girl.

that torture chamber, she asked the question that she could not force out of her mind:

long time passed before Darlene replied. “He is my Master. He is your Master, too. You

You believe

of reply

could have split up and one of

Master,” was all

Standing there, dressed in a black leather catsuit and with a whip in her hand, was Susan.