I wake on a rack, my wrists and feet strapped tightly. The rack is pulling my body apart. My position causes my tummy and extended lower rib cage to show. My heeled, toe-thong sandals hang loosely on the ends of my toes, nearly ready to fall off. I try to pull free, but the straps show no give. In the darkness at the end of the room, I hear a sound. What could it I hear?....
(now, someone else pick up where I left off, write to your contentment, and leave a place for the next person to pick up, and so on and so forth).
(now, someone else pick up where I left off, write to your contentment, and leave a place for the next person to pick up, and so on and so forth).
