Clèmence struggled to maintain consciousness. She had come out of her slumber a couple of minutes ago. The handcuffs on her wrists dug painfully into the skin. Her body naked, bruised and shivering at the cold. Gagged and blindfolded, the darkness became an abyss for oblivion. "It's fascinating watching you reaccustom yourself". The taunt rumbled down from a corner of the room. Clèmence tensed,the voice as familiar as breathing. To her horror, faint steps approached with stealth. The vulnerability of her person made her nearly begin to convulse. Shivers overtook her body, the hairs on neck stood at abrupt attention. "Why the silence?. You seem to have become mute, Sweet Clèmence." Cold fingers caressed her arms soothingly, raising goosebumps in it's wake. Warn breath teased the sensitive lobe of her ear, cooing and petting. "I promise to be gentle, if only you scream for me". ••• Highly recommended readers 16+ due to the mature nature and content of the book. Mature audience advised.