Caged

If it wasn’t for the foam pad under her knees, the bite of the cold concrete would have been unbearable. Sir had cared enough about her to at least give her that. Ashley shifted uncomfortably as she struggled to relieve the ache in her knees. How long had she been kneeling in the cold basement? An hour? Two? She looked around the room and waited. Room wasn’t the appropriate word. Cage. Alone kneeling in the cage, she waited.

Shifting, she heard only the rattling of the chains that bound her. Her shoulders screamed as she rolled them forward trying to find relief. With her hands trapped behind her back in the…

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Casey Holt

Casey Holt

Casey Holt — Writer. Photographer. Born wanderer with a gypsy soul.