Melody Lee wakes up in a cold dank basement. She can feel cold hard steel biting deep into the soft flesh just above her elbows and cutting into her wrists. Her ankles are spread to the sides of the chair and locked in steel shackles. Her mouth is dry as cotton with a large rag pushed deep into her mouth and another torn sheet tied between her lips and around her head stifling her cries. She struggles to move and manages to lift her arms up over the chair back. But her ankles are still cuffed behind the legs of the chair and there is no way to get them free from the chair except maybe tilt th... Show more