Krysta had been admiring her dress — a candy-striped, seersucker, shirtwaister with a stand-up collar. Then they'd been discussing her latest story....Penny had described how her heroine was going to be enslaved by a man she had long admired. She was particularly pleased with a scene that she had just finished where her heroine found herself handcuffed and forced to wait on her captor and then, when she protested about his treatment of her, she was gagged with a ball that he pushed into her mouth. The long hair of the wig was soft andwarm against the back of my bare neck, and I could feel the airconditioning gently blowing the ruffles on my shoulders against my skin."There you are, sweetie," Lisa said. "Now put on your gloves while Ifinish getting ready--we've only got about another five minutes."But what about shoes?" I asked. Certainly I wasn't going to be walkingthe length of the parade route barefoot, but I didn't want to get alldressed up only to have to wear my dirty old Nikes. I didnt even see his face, I looked up his body, I got as far as the Born to Rock tat across his chest and already knew who it was. Jacoby Shaddix. This guy had been one of my idols for years. I eventually looked up and met his blue eyes, and he smiled at me, but didnt speak. He grabbed the chair across the table and sat down. Fingers intertwined. I broke our gaze and watched his fingers instead. I heard footsteps and obviously Coby did to, we both looked at the door. Ally walked in. Followed. Her jaws ached slightly from a ball strapped inside her mouth.Beside her bed was an unopened bottle of champagne nestled in a clear bucket of ice. She threw herself at her bindings; bucking and thrashing and screaming into her gag, but nothing gave and no one heard. There was some sort of leather collar around her throat and the attached chain leash was fastened around her wooden-slat headboard. There were ropes also tightly wrapped above and below her chest, framing her small breasts.Celia was.