''We know you're in there! Bring her out to play!''The door burst open to a loud roar of laughter, and a group of soldiers poured in, five, ten he lo...t count almost twenty. Everything was a blur, moving in slow motion. The door of the bedroom was thrown open, and she was dragged out, holding onto her long black cloak. They tugged at her scarf covering her beautiful brown curls, as she clung to it. She was crying already, terrified, a trapped animal. He ran at her, but four men grabbed at. How is Jocelyn?”“Hurt pretty badly according to her dad. She’s in surgery.”“What injuries?”“Her dad doesn’t know all the details, or if he does, he’s not saying. Broken bones, internal injuries, and bad cuts.”“Oh my gosh! Are you OK?”“I guess. Liz said I’m in ‘doctor’ mode.”“OK. Make sure you eat and drink. Don’t fixate. Where are you?”“The surgical waiting room. I’m with Jocelyn’s parents, Liz, and Emmy.”“I hope you got permission to take Emmy with you.”“I did. I’m sorry if you’re upset about. The first - and most urgent - was revenge. Corey was young again, and alive and able. He had an entire lifetime to dedicate to vengeance. And if Kelly didn't think retribution was possible, then he never should have turned them into women, who could easily be mistresses of vindictiveness. Outside of the certain things he was compelled to do, Corey intended to devote every second of his life to evening the score with Kelly, ruining the man's life as thoroughly and completely as Kelly had ruined. Then the voice returned in breezy whispers. Giselle let her pent up breath escape."Dis-moi, chérie", the voice said. "Are you mad at me? I could understand if you are."Giselle made her tender ass sink onto her heels. She pondered the question. It had taken her by surprise. Would a blind man understand the concept of colours? Where would she find the words anymore to understand anger, let alone answer the question? She just looked at her own reflection. She swallowed hard."I love you, Mistress",.