The man
had called it his cellar but it looked more like a torture chamber out of a
Frankenstein movie. Lisa stared at things she was too young to know
about-a wooden rack, whips on a wall, chains on a table, some paddles and
strange-looking leather things. Lisa was scared to death. She sobbed to
remember that just minutes before she and her mother had been in their MG,
riding along happily, chit-chatting and enjoying themselves. But then the
car had stalled on a road and that man appeared out of nowhere.