Torturing Mother And Daughter I

Barbara’s wrists were chaffed, and the rope biting into her skin where she was tightly secured to the bedpost. She thrashed around in a futile gesture once she opened her eyes, then paused when she saw Mellisa.

Her stepmother lay on the adjacent bed, similarly bound, a similar strip of leather silencing her. Mellisa’s eyes which were usually so sharp and calculating now held a strange look, a mixture of fear and something else... something Barbara couldn’t ...