Two large sofas and half a dozen over stuffed leather chairs were spread around the room.Marge was adamant that I not leave the room, since the Ruskie... were in the building. So of course first chance I got I went exploring. Hazelwood was one big house. On the first floor were all common rooms, but there were also two more floors of bedrooms. There were at least six usable bedrooms on each floor. Marge had explained that after my first visit.The house had been built after the advent of indoor. She put her hands up to her face, trying to get the vision to clear, or maybe to leave her alone. She stood there leaning heavily against the chair as she saw a black blur, a vehicle hit a man as he crossed the street. The man’s body seemed to fly through the air, as Anissa closed her eyes tight, her breathing becoming shallow. Slowly the vision subsided, and Anissa sat down on the chair and tried to calm herself. She noticed how her hands trembled when she brought them up to wipe the tears. There were other instructions, but they were lost on me when a separate door opened and Hazel Thompson was led in, handcuffed and further restrained through the use of a very wide leather belt, through which her handcuffs were threaded for security.She looked over at my wheelchair and gave me look of pure malice. It was so nakedly evil that even the bailiff noticed and stepped forward so that he was positioned between us. I refused to flinch in the wake of her hatred, but I felt a trickle under. The bar was well stocked even after the so-called 'committee' had sampled everything. Willing mothers prepared the food with a black or lurid green theme provided by food colouring. No one could or would eat the pureed spinach. It looked gross.It took some days before the 'committee' admitted what they had done. We knew the effects too well but how those idiots had achieved it?The dance was due to start at nine o'clock. By six o'clock they had finished all they were going to do and had been.