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rather rubbish television and a couple of half-hearted glances over the bookcase behind her. Wanting nothing more than to settle down to reread The Story of O, free of harassment by her own thoughts, Jenna rose to her feet once more and went out for healthier sustenance. She didn’t notice the beggar whose gaze followed her form, lit by the sunlight that broke through the gathering storm clouds as he wrote avidly, his neat scrawl liberally coating blue the pages of a brown leather bound book.  

Chapter Four
     
    He was there before her the next week. He was already hovering by the drinks, and chatting with Dom when Amelia led her in, and he held a large length of rope over one arm.
    “Henry’s here early to help set up for Sarah and Arthur’s demonstration.” Amelia explained. “Henry, this is Jenna.”
    He nod ded gracefully, dressed in similar clothes to the week before. The jeans and shirt appeared the same, but a black leather jacket accented his broad shoulders. “Jenna, hi. I’m Henry.”
    He held out his hand to her and she too k it, every bit as rough and masculine as she had imagined. He had a firm grip, a grip that she could all too easily picture elsewhere. His nails were clean and cut short, and would do her no harm if those hands held her in an iron grip. “Nice to meet you.” She murmured. “Amelia says that you are an old friend of hers. Are you new to the area?”
    He cleared his throat and released her hand. She immediately felt the loss of it and curled her hand into a fist, still feeling the texture of his palm inside it. “Something like that.”
    His voice was quiet, but not meek. It was husky, and a little hoarse. It also held a certainty and finality that made Jenna’s throat dry.
    “Amelia,” He turned to the short woman. “You want this set up downstairs, yes?”
    “Yes, I’ll just come down and show you.”
    It was an elaborate piece of rope work, that was certain, and Sarah appeared elegant as a ballet dancer as she hung from it a couple of hours later. The ropes already having been prepared, it was apparent to those gathered that the rope work itself was not the demonstration. A wide collection of instruments lay in a large black bag seated beneath a chair on which a flogger and a belt sat. Suspended from the ceiling, Sarah hung, a padded bench that had been lowered to her height placed on the floor to the right of her. If she were to drop less than a meter, and the bench moved directly below her, she would be laid upon it.
    Four ropes rose from her, suspending her. She was a balanced pendulum between them, lit almost ethereally. The ropes were hoisted with the spotlight in the centre, the blinding whiteness making her skin a stark white against her dark hair. She was tied diagonally, the pressure lifted by the extra support on her upper half. The ropes were cleanly separated, and the knots like that of a drawstring purse; if pulled right they would loosen and allow her to rotate. She was hung too high at current for any practical use, instead being used as some kind of bizarre beacon for the show ahead. The ropes were threaded carefully together through a large pulley that Craig stood beside, Daniel dutifully knelt at his feet. Henry, too, stood beside them. He leant towards the other man, and said something that Jenna could not make out before moving, walking around the outside of the circle that Jenna had tentatively joined. She watched him until he left the corner of her eye, then turned her attention back to the man of many implements.
    Several multi -coloured candles were removed from the large bag, and placed into silver holders on a low table that he motioned to be drawn forwards. It was placed behind the hanging statue, a meter or so back from her feet. A strip of black cloth over her eyes, she had no clue of the items surrounding her, or how close the circle had been reigned in, allowing those stood behind the table barrier to see her bare cunt, displayed for viewing