Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 31

Kali could faintly hear thuds coming from above her head. There appeared to be some kind of gathering. She shouted until she grew hoarse. Noone came to her rescue. The endless solitude was wearing her down and she was almost ready to beg for a merciful death. How much longer would she be made to wait. She tried starving herself but the inner light of self-preservation won out in the end and she relented. Tears no longer flowed. Her snot had formed a crust on her upper lip and down her chin as it too had cascaded down her face intermingled with her silent tears. Kali longed to wipe her face, move her arms. Surely she'd be released from her prison soon. Even the torture chair looked more appealing than the starfish position she had been made to wait in against the wall. Embarrassed at herself, Kali had lost control of her bladder and had created a puddle on the floor. That wasn't all however. Thankful that her underwear had been removed and that she was left only in a cotton shift, she had defecated as well. A lump formed in her throat. All self-respect was gone. Noone was coming to get her. Maybe she would be left here die? The chaffing on her wrists and ankles was bleeding again but Kali had become numb to the pain. With a final soul-wrenching plea for help, she drifted into darkness where nothing could hurt her.