After my big sister Julie left three years ago, my mother started to drink even more and most days she slept on the couch, oblivious to everything and...everyone around her. It wasn't a home any more.The day Julie told me, that she would leave, the image of the world I had created in my head shattered. I knew I would miss her, besides the few friends I had, she was the main reason I had hope that one day things would be different. But I also knew that I would do the same if I was in her place.My. And my frustration is added to and born of an arousal at seeing you so helpless and exposed, as any gentleman (or perhaps not so much of a gentleman, but maybe any red-blooded male) would be transfixed. (And there is too yet another frustration that a hidden part of me wonders what it feels like to be in your position, helpless and defenceless).So I move to adjust the ropes and ties and bolts and cuffs that hold you to this bench and I bring the wrist cuffs back so your arms and wrists are now. ..WOW. The final girl in the group moves through the doorway. My curious survey becomes a stare, which becomes an obvious perve. I feel myself shifting in my seat, as my eyes make their way up from the floor. I see a tight pair of denim jeans showing off her athletic body. I linger slowly on her ass as she turns to take her seat two rows in front. Her outfit is topped off with a white low cut top, innocent with flowers on it. Her slightly tanned skin, swan-like neck, and brunette hair amplifies. Pain… of… death.Do you understand me completely Captain?”He stuttered and nodded and then ushered his men out.None of them looked at either their new queen, or hersavior. The Captain was standing guard at the portalhimself when the blacksmith arrived. “If I were you I’d turn around and go the other wayblacksmith” he said. “The woman in there is more deadlythan the old queen”. Then he muttered “not that I missher a whit.” Buden nodded.