<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br/>The girl squeaked at the hot lash across her thighs, and then hissed as the sting set in. If the blindfold was gone, she would be glaring. As it was, she only fumed.<br/><br/>"I meant that I have not done anything wrong in order to be kidnapped and forced into rope! Besides, wouldn't you be screaming too if you were bound and left alone without knowing why? And that lashing is not helping matter at all."<br/><br/>She was trying to sound confident, but her fearlessness was wavering slightly. What kind of place was this? There were rumors of girls going missing from the streets and being sold as slaves, but she always assumed that was a load of rubbish. Perhaps she was wrong.