Chapter 58 - Aurora's POV

I look up at the low ceiling, relieved to see the hooks still embedded into it, they will make this much easier. While Petra is holding her bleeding leg and whimpering like a wounded animal, I walk to the shelves against the wall, and open the delicate looking box that holds their leather straps.

Standing over her, I hold out my hand. “Get up,” I order, tapping my foot impatiently.

Her tear-streaked face looks up at me sadly, “what happened to you Aurora? Where did my sensitive girl go?”

“You destroyed her. Now get the fuck up.” I aim a kick at her leg, then drag her from the sofa, and pull her as she screams for mercy to the middle of the room, directly under the same hook I had been left dangling from many times.

“You know I drill,” I say, remembering all the times I was in her position, “arms up, Petra darling.”

She cries uncontrollably, lifting her shaky arms into the air, “Good girl,” I say, praising her like a child.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” she whimpers, as I fasten