Jess sat naked at the kitchen table, her arms splayed out before her. Two crude spikes had been rammed into her hands, pinning her to the table. Blood dripped from the gored flesh, her eyes half-lidded with pain, her face beaten and bloody. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping from the corners and across her chest. Her hair was strewn in sweaty clumps around her swollen, blackened cheeks.
