Vulture waved toward the corner of the room. "Pull the rope, Jane."
Her gaze popped wide, and the need in her face dispelled, leaving shock in its place. "You sure, master?"
He growled in a warning and she ran to obey. Wrapping her tiny hands around a thick red cord, she pulled with one swoop.
Regina screamed as her shoulders wrenched upright and body weight transferred from feet to wrists. Her tiptoes pointed, still on the pedestal, but only barely. She had become shackled well and truly by gravity.
Vulture stepped off the podium, inspecting her. Regina's breasts stuck out proudly with arms above her ears, the mosaic dress exposing all parts.
"Leave us," he ordered, without even looking at Jane.
