Medieval torture chambers, evil dungeons, even a cave with stalactites hanging down like huge fangs. All of it had filtered through my mind like a scr...ening of mankind's greatest horror stories or cheesy horror movies.I should have known better. We weren't dealing with a man. And women have long been known as the creators of the worst atrocities.With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor,. These things, along with the fact that I write less in the summer anyway, are why this story has remained unfinished for so long. Summer at my place takes a bit of work. It takes all day just to mow the yard, not to mention the fact that that's only a small portion of my week. I'm taking care of two houses now, two hundred miles apart (part of my sad tale, sorry). My weekends are pretty well shot, and for the first time in memory, I'm looking forward to winter. Since I hate cold worse than I do. ’ I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer, feeling horribly sick, everything–the walls, the floor, the doors–swirling around me in a dizzying blur. And as I closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to make it stop, I felt him scoot backwards, lowering me further still until my head was in his lap. ‘Your breathing’s too shallow,’ he observed, his fingertips warm on my neck as he sought my pulse. ‘Come on. Big deep breaths now.’ ‘Luke–‘ ‘Ssh-ssh, not now. Breathe.’ I did as I was bid, forcing myself to. I am not sure what time it is, but when I look towards the house I realize that it's totally dark. So, I go back inside to find my car keys. I am still wearing the same sundress and G-string panty that I wore to the club earlier today. I figure that neither probably will be on once I get to the club, so I just grab my keys and head for the car.While I am driving, all I can think about is what it will be like to serve as a Golden Room slave sometime in the future. I am actually considering.