Russell wrapped a blindfold over her eyes and she heard something thump down in the direction of the sofa. Russell took one arm, his hands warm. Salt put a hand to her opposite shoulder, and they walked her across the room. Within moments they had stripped her of her clothing. She stood patiently waiting for whatever they were about to do to her. One of them slid something between her feet, pushing them apart. A moment later, her ankles where shackled and her legs spread wide. Russell put a hand to her stomach and another to her shoulders. He supported her as he forced her to bend forward. Rory took one hand and placed it against cold metal. Salt did the same to the other and a moment later, something was lowered over her throat. Em thought it was a pillory, but the design was odd to her. The metal was cold around her wrists and throat. One of them attached clips to her nipples, the weights on the ends tugging on her breasts in an extremely uncomfortable way. Rory brushed her cheek, the feel of his touch familiar.
