Torture Toy Daughter
The lady stepped into the darkened room and paused momentarily to survey the scene. To her satisfaction everything appeared to be arranged exactly as she’d requested. Once again Mr. and Mrs. Smith had excelled themselves. It was a large open room, square in shape with high vaulted ceilings. Black ceiling to floor drapes obscured the windows, and from what little that could be seen of the walls in the gloom, they were plain and untroubled by any pictures or decoration. The floor was polished...