A pair of skimpy, skin tight shorts was the only other article of clothing she was wearing.Her toned limbs struggled against her bonds, but she was strapped into the rusty chair by numerous metal cuffs. She shivered in the dark cold, but it was more from fear than from the low temperature.When she heard footsteps she froze. Tuhk. Tuhk. Tuhk. The steps were slow and echoed along the crumbling stone walls of the building. Slowly they grew louder. They approached the open door to Christine's room. She froze, terrified.A dark figure stood in the doorway, his features obscured by the darkness. He was huge, almost inhuman in his height and mass. Over seven feet and a chest the size of a refrigerator. He moved closer to the nearly naked teenager bound and helpless in the chair. Slowly he entered the light emanating from the dim bulb hanging in the center of the small, windowless room. Christine cried as he looked upon her through a hideous mask of rusted iron and metal. She. He was driving me crazy with his silence.He nodded once and sat at his desk. He started going through papers and picked up a stack to start reading. That was an accepted sign that our session was over. I packed the drawing in my portfolio and turned to leave, still expecting him to snarl some derogatory comment at me. Nothing.I left his office.I guess his version of the Thumperian principle was ‘If you can’t say something nasty, don’t say nothing at all.’Ariel had dinner ready and we all sat when I got home. We ate and there was the usual chitchat about our day. It was a little strained because Rania had joined us and no one was exactly sure how to treat her. She just didn’t seem like someone trying to take our girlfriend away from us. Until after dinner. Once dishes were cleared up, Ariel left with her.I went into my studio. Sarah Lynn and Jas were studying in the living room. Kelly had her Tuesday night chatroom show at eight o’clock. I was still in shock a little, I think. I put.
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