My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

John made no response. He caught me up in his burly arms despite my kicking and yelling protests and half-carried me to the corner, where he tightly linked me up to a series of chains strewn about an ordinary wall radiator that I hadn’t noticed before. The chains forced me into a crouched kneeling position with my head near the floor and my hands still cuffed behind my back, ass up in the air. I noticed all the scratches and gauges made by the chains in the floor and wall, indicating that other unwilling men had been locked up here before.

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