You wake up

Once again you wake up, but this time you find yourself covered in sweat, facing a blazing hot forge. All around you are young women, the perspiration looking good on their lean toned bodies. They stare at your naked body, chained from the ceiling, your toes just touching the stone floor.

“We are the Furies!” says a long-brown-haired woman who appears to be their leader. She’s striking, with a body to die for, along with a leather glove on her hand with metal claws attached to it. “And you must be the new toy that Granny’s given us to play with.” She scrapes the claw across your chest, drawing blood.

“Let me have him, Harriet,” shouts one of the girls, cracking a long whip.

“Same old story, Lashina, expect me to give you preferential treatment just because you flutter your lash at me.”

The other girls now also join in, demanding to ‘play’ with you. The loud arguing quickly reaches a crescendo and then suddenly ceases completely as an old lady walks in on things.

“Now, now, girls, everyone can have a turn. Maybe we should let our new pet decide who gets to go first.”

The women look at you expectantly, licking their lips as they think of how they’re going to hurt you.