Red Feline was dragged to an upright post set in the middle of the dark room, it was firmly attached to the floor and the ceiling above. Her hands were held by the black shackles which were hooked to the rope that was pulling her up the post.

The man seemed to be struggling with the rope. Red Feline did not think it was because she was too heavy for her captor, who was turning into her torturer.She felt splinters digging into her legs as she was dragged over the rough wooden floor.

Her mind still rushed with a cascade of images. From a dark moment, perhaps a place, to a previous time and back to the moment when her caravan of captives made it to a growing encampment.

Piroska grew to be a young woman and her surroundings were not so unfriendly. She was at the age when slaves were ready to be sent to serve their new masters. Piroska, along with her cousins and some of her friends, were going to be sent to serve in the houses of the conquerors.

Her parents were a faint memory for the people around her, but not for her. She had not forgotten her mother hanging and burning, neither had she forgotten the invasion to her land and her promise to the survivors who became her 'people'.

That memory was embedded in Red Feline's mind. She often saw herself as the one responsible to liberate her sisters, but she often saw, too, that the path was not simple, that there was a price to be paid and at the very moment she was being pulled up, she was about to pay that price once again.

Red Feline felt a sharp pain around her wrists and arms as she was pulled up the post until she was off the floor, the weight of her body pulling her down, her feet dangling in mid air, the shackles tightening around her wrists.

Still she did not open her eyes. The image of the place she was in was clear in her head. It was a dark, dirty, humid place. The floor was dirt, the wall was made of stone. It looked more like a cave than anything else.

The reason she was there was clear to her and there was nothing she would've done to avoid that fate. It was her path, the price she had to pay.

That was the image. But what about the reality? What about the now?

Red Feline finally opened her eyes as her dangling body turned around to face the post.

While she turned she could see bits of the place where she was. She could not see much, but she noticed the chains and ropes attached to the post. She also saw the few objects around her.

Most of the strange contraptions were made out of wood. Two frames, one a large triangular frame and the other had a rectangular shape. There were other things that she could not make out in the brief moment it took for her to be turned to face the post. They were all there for a reason, she knew. It was as if that place had been waiting for her, as if all the things in the room were built for her and for her alone.

She felt her legs trembling, her blood rushing through her veins in anticipation. It was terrifying, and at the same time, stimulating.

She hanged facing the post as the man attached the rope to a metal hook in the back side of the post.

Her feet were off the floor and the pull of her body was causing her wrists to hurt. She felt the eyes of the torturer as he watched her struggle to rest her feet on a piece of hard metal she felt under her.

Her movements made her endowments more obvious, she felt it that way. She could feel the cold air on her exposed skin, in those parts of her body she knew were exposed.

She thought she could read his mind, she thought she could hear him think. "She has a beautiful, well shaped ass." - she read his mind - "I feel like ripping your panties off...but I have time, I have all the time ofthe world, you're mine!".