Roxy’s Indictment
Roxy didn’t know how long she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her body bent forward till her face touched the soft material beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck kept her head down. Two sets of cushioned restraints, similar to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and calves, keeping her legs firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her tied to her back with the same kind of cushioned restraint. Her heart was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her breaths short and rapid as fear seeped into her very core. Not only was she restrained to a point of no escape, she was also completely naked. It didn’t really take …