The pillory

[Darkmagi]

Turning the last screw into the metal hinge, he looked at what he had finished. The wooden stocks at the top, able to slide down the frame of the pillory, the holes evenly spaced for head and hands. A dark thick wood had been used to construct it, held level on the floor by another runner, with slots and spaces for the variety of toys that could be attached. Dressed all in cliché black from the thick boots, up the trousers and to the shirt and tie, he looked at his watch, waiting for the lady who was going to try it out for the first time……