‘It’ll only take an hour,’ Yale assured her. ‘Two at the most.’ Robyn pulled harder at the chains but there was no give in them. She was held with her arms apart over her head, the wrists punished by merciless steel manacles. Her ankles were in the grip of a similar contraption, the attached chains spreading her legs wide open. Bernice and Christian had already stripped her of her clothes and she was presented to the room naked. She felt excruciatingly vulnerable and tried to hide the emotion behind a mask of rage, but she suspected everyone could see this reaction was a façade as clearly as they could see her bare breasts and exposed pussy lips. ‘I don’t want to do this.’ Robyn spat the words from between clenched teeth. ‘I’m uncomfortable. I’m unhappy. And you have no right to tie me up and hang me naked.’ Yale ignored her protests. He smiled glibly. ‘Three hours at the top.’ As though that vague assurance would be sufficient he went back to his easel and stripped his shirt off.
