Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 28

Chained and shackled like an animal, Kali looked despondently at her wrists and at her new surroundings. Dragged to this dungeon and made to wait at the mercy of a crazy person. Teach her to fall for a smile again! At least she hadn't gotten herself shot. What did the gun-wielding maniac call her? Scheherazade. So, she may have 1001 nights to live. There was an animal-feeder type of water dispenser that she had to strain her neck to reach, so she wouldn't die of thirst on one side and on the other, a small dispenser for food. They were some form of pellets, probably dog food, that were released only when she had her lips around the metal rod and pressed her tongue against it. The flimsy clothing she had on didn't protect her from the cold and damp. Kali shivered and longed for her comfortable bed and big, fluffy doona. She had to focus and come up with an escape plan. Surveying her new abode, Kali observed that to one side, lay a bondage chair, beside which were attachable stirrups and chains. Next to it, a complete medical fit out, with scalpels and trays and other nasty things that could be used for torture. On the other side of the room, to her right, there was a small desk on which appeared to be a soldering device. Kali ached all over and rolled her head to relieve some of the pain that was accumulating as a result of standing chained against a wall. Noone would hear her screams, she had been told, for the room was sound-proof and below ground. She wouldn't cry. Couldn't. She needed a plan. Sighing with despair, she tried to focus on the positives. She was alive. That was a big positive. Now, how could she get away?