Kidnapped Captive Suffering Under The Torment Of Her Sadistic Master Bad Penny. She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck. She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties lay on the soiled stone floor where she had taken them down to answer a call of nature and she hadn't been able to pick them up again. Her fingers scrabbled at the constricting metal band with it's heavy padlock for the thousandth time or so it seemed but there was no escape she had even tried holding it in her hands so it took all her weight to try to dislodge the whole fiendish device from the ceiling but with no success so she stared around at her prison once again. A low wattage lamp bathed the whole cellar in its strange glow, the room was some twenty feet square, the door was apparently of oak while the cellar was made neatly fashioned blocks of stone eighteen inches or so square, even the floor while the vaulted ceiling was in smaller but otherwise similar stone, a metal filing cabinet, a tap with a hose reel and a strange saw horse were the only items of interest in her prison, where green mould grew in the gaps between the stone blocks and everything smelled of disinfectant. It was damp and humid, damp from his regular visits with mop and bucket to clean away what nature compelled her to drop on the floor beneath her, and warm and humid, not uncomfortably hot but enough for the perspiration to leave her hair matted and her clothes cling to her uncomfortably. The door opened with a menacing creak, "Ah Penny my dear, how are you?" he said, "The Master" as he liked to be known as he strode in wearing an immaculate dark suit with a white shirt and his old school tie, earlier it had been a boiler suit, before that when he brought her here, he wore something different,she struggled to remember, but the drink and the designer drug made everything a blur. …and then things took a turn
