Beth opened her eyes to total darkness. She attempted to move, but found her arms were pulled above her head. Around her wrists was soft fur. She tugged and the rattling sound of chains filled her ears. She was restrained. Fear spread throughout her body and into her throat. “Why am I handcuffed?” As she tried to sit up she realized she was also blindfolded. Never in their fifteen years of marriage had she woken to find herself trussed like a slave or prisoner. The smell of bacon wafted closer, assaulting her nostrils. “I’m going to fuck that pussy all day long.” Beth moved her head to the left where Jack’s voice echoed through the room. She shivered. The thought of him fucking her all day sent chills down her spine, until reality came crashing back. “What about the kids? Surely they’ll want Mom to cook them breakfast and drive them all over God’s creation.” “All taken care of. I just sent them packing with Auntie. They’ll be home tomorrow bright and early.” How long had she’d slept?
