After he was done he attached a leash to her collar and release the clamps that held her to the rack. She slowly and painfully stepped down from the perch she was on.
Without a word he led her out into the hallway. Up a level he put her in a room without fastening her to anything. A few moments later he returned with a large brush and a bucket of suds and a hose and proceeded to wash her down. She stood still and allowed him to wash her in the way that he wanted. The soap in her many whip marks hurt but she dared not utter a cry.
Afterwards he attached her wrist manacles to chains coming from the ceiling and adjusted them so that she could just barely stand flat footed. Several dracmars later when she was dried he returned and led her back to her stall upstairs. Once in her stall he locked a chain coming from the bed to her collar. Later one of the slave maids came in and brought her a meal. Judging from the light outside it was nearly dark. After eating and painfully peeing in the toilet Jennifer wiped herself and went to her bed. She looked slowly around her cell and then laid down and cried. It had been a long and painful day.