For a few seconds I didnt even know where I was. All I knew was that I was well rested and deep down, happy. I looked around the room I was in. A medi...m sized room in a wooden summer house. Thats right. It all came back to me. Ive always loved that feeling you get in the morning. That brief moment where you dont know where you are or what is going on. That feeling was almost instantly drowned with my own knowledge. This is Shaylas room… Shayla, my cousin, a few years older than me. A long-time. Life was good. They were good.Somehow a little extra studying for the LSATs - grabbing for a scholarship that would keep him here with her - doesn't seem so bad. He's always worked hard on his schoolwork, but this is for her security. This is so he can give her and the children he hopes they'll one day share all the things he didn't have.It's visions of a hazel eyed little girl with blonde ringlets in her arms that gets him started. Tearing into the study guide, he tackles the last remaining. She moved to rub her eyes, but was unable 2 move her arms. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from a candle lit in the bathroom, shining a sensual orange light into the bedroom. She glanced in the direction her arms were pulled and noticed they were tied together and attached to the bed post. She began to panic, before she heard a soft husky voice in her ear. "Relax, my Queen. Everything is fine. We are going to continue the games." She looked toward him, and could only make out his. “Here is your damned budget!” I snapped tossing a hard copy of the file we had been emailing back and forth onto his desk. My tone immediately set him on the defensive. “What the hell? I told you I needed this by today, I’ve been telling you for a month this was due on the first. I have a deadline.” He replied sharply. “I have deadlines too, and I don’t appreciate you hounding me when I have a million other things to think about besides your fucking budget.” I countered. For as long as we had.