But I didn’t care about it till I noticed Michael looking at my navel.I quickly covered it, Micheal and I exchanged eye contact. We both laughed. �...Hey boss can I talk to you for a minute?” Micheal asked Ramesh. They went outside and talked for a bit. Then Michael came to me and said “Can we talk in private?”I looked at my husband. “Why?” my husband asked Michael.“I didn’t ask you anything, I’m talking to her,” Michael said and looked at me. “Ok,” I said and guided him to the bedroom upstairs.. There was a click, and then a blinding flash- for amoment, I was dazed and seeing stars. The wedding photographer stood infront of me smiling, peering over the edge of her DSLR. She had caughtanother photo of me on my wedding day.In that moment, time seemed to slow down. I remembered how this allstarted- a walk on the street at night. I remembered being grabbed, thennothing. I remembered waking in a stark white cell. I rememberedresisting, and being starved, and the beatings I had to endure.. It took everything in me not to inhale. I thought of holding my breath, trying to ignore every impulse in my body to sniff. I sniffed, though. Loudly. "That's right." Shiann started. I couldn't move, couldn't think. I was paralyzed. There was a pit in my stomach that constantly reminded me that Emili, my fiancée, was just down the hall. And here I was, soaking in the scent of her baby sister's gorgeous feet. "You can't prove it because you're a little foot freak, and you love this. I. It frightened me but excited me at the same time. I could do it. I could lube it up and fuck myself, I thought. I looked at the bottle. There was about a quarter of the wine left. I looked to the dildo. The next thing I know the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. It was ten A.M. Fuck, I fell asleep. My head roared in pain. Shit, I’m wet. I looked around. The bed’s wet and so are my PJs. Did I piss the bed? I scrambled out of bed and racked my knee on the bottle. No. I fell asleep and spilled.