She gave him a nickname. Shaggy. She liked his slight, trimmed beard and his dirty-blonde hair. When it wasn't controlled by one of those hipster knit...caps (he always wore a hat), it was in a disheveled mess, like he'd just rolled out of bed, after sex. Like his girlfriend Anna had just raked her fingers through it. The real joke was that he reminded her of the iconic (rumored) stoner-character from the Scooby-Doo cartoons. His well-known pot-smoking, made the pet name stick. Marcus and. .”“You’re right. The ‘but’ is this: I love you, but… I’m having a very hard time coming to grips with this sharing thing. Very hard. I don’t know… I don’t know how to deal with it. And Mel, I know that you and Alice already had something going on. And I’m just Johnny-Come-Lately, the new kid in town, and I don’t have any right to feel this way. But… I don’t like it.”Mel looked upset.“Are you giving me an ultimatum, then?” “No, sweetheart. I’m not doing that. I’m just… telling you how I feel,. " It was believed he was a catholic priest, but nothing was further was revealed.The slaver's customers were used as examples to Smyth. Smyth would watch them be slowly butchered. Everything that was being done to them was described to Smyth. That way Smyth would understand what was in store for him.The slaver's customers eventually succumbed to the abuse. Smyth screamed in fear as his captors approached him. They worked on Smyth for two weeks before asking him the first question.Smyth sang. I slide the rope between her hips and the rope around her waist. I finish and close the tie. She cannot move her arms now. I lift her effortlessly in my arms and lay her on my bed. I stand motionless and stare at her for a long moment. She is rope drunk, in a state of heightened arousal. Her eyes are open, but are not focused on anything. She is taking deep breaths in a quick, constant rhythm. Soft moans begin to escape from her lips. Her juice is slowly dripping out from inside her and pools.