"My old man used to tie me up in 'em… my old lady too, and have a ball while he beat us," Kevin admitted for the first time, staring down at the tangled links of half-inch chain.

"Light?" Ben asked, staring uneasily at the half opened bundle.

"Oh, yeah, here," the blond said, handing the two lanterns over to his buddies, then dropping to his knees and spilling out the contents of the burlap sack. Candy felt her flesh crawl. There was everything there straight from a prison… various lengths of chain link, what appeared to be cuffs of some sort, pins, pincers, neck braces and other items Candy didn't know.

"Kinda creepy," Ben whispered, lifting one of the glass covers off the lantern and lighting the dirty wick with his cigarette lighter. Jack did the same and in a moment the low-ceilinged living room was dimly illuminated.

Candy stood next to Jack, hugging her body tightly, looking around at the cobwebs, layers of dust, broken furniture that remained scattered about the large room. She could only imagine the screams, moans, shouts of pain and unholy lust that echoed off these walls when Kevin's father ruled. What a terror he must have been!

"You know," Kevin began thoughtfully, running his fingers over the chains and cuffs almost lovingly, "I wondered what it would be like to be on the giving end of this kinda shit. Never tried it. Came close, but never tried it," he said, rolling up his eyes and staring at Candy. The girl felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She stepped back, closing her eyes and fighting down a scream stuck in her throat. The girl could almost feel the cold metal of those chains around her ankles!

"Yeah, why not find out?" Jack said, turning toward the teen and licking his thick lips.