When she came to, her head ached as if a herd of buffalo had stampeded across the back of her skull. She was afraid to move in case her head exploded. Groaning, she tried to bring her hand to the back of her head. She couldn't move it, or the other hand.
She opened her eyes and growled. The growl turned into a snarl of agony as light pierced her eyes, daggers driving into her skull. She twitched, growling again. Her nipples burned. When she glanced down, she saw the position she was in and her mouth sagged open. Someone had stripped her body stocking off her and she was hanging from the rafters, in the center of the room she'd entered. A beautifully simple hogtie, wrists to ankles, but with a couple of differences. First, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free of the 'rope' binding her, and that meant it wasn't just rope. Next, she hung by her ankles and wrists from the ceiling, belly to the floor, at eye level, or thereabouts. Added to that torment, were the alligator clamps adorning both her nipples and the heavy weights dangling toward the floor. From the way her shoulders ached, she knew she'd been hanging for some time. Each time she moved, it her shoulders burned as if someone was tearing her arms from the sockets.
"I see you're finally awake."