"What did you say?" Freddie asked."Uh, I said you would get killed." No before that." I didn't say anything before that." She avoided."Yes you did, yo... said you loved me." No I didn't." Yes you did." Freddie smiled."Okay I did. But if you tell a soul, I will kill you." I love you too, Princess Puckett." Freddie said, still smiling from ear to ear.He leaned in for a kiss."I'm not going to kiss you with that dorky smile on your face." She told him.Freddie quickly leaned in and licked her. Not there. She probed the other side of the wrist, trying to ignore the panicked voice in her head telling her how wrong it all was. She forced her body's rejection of the search, a constant stream of babbling and pain, to the back of her mind.Keep going.She reached deeper, closer to the hand. Every digit twitch was like a strum against the fingers inside. The light in the tiny room seemed to be growing brighter, even though she knew it was just the pain.Is that-? Something hard, harder even. Okay, I guess its not that bad. Okay, Ill say hi to him when we get back. Are you I looked up and Dallas wasnt there. He was snooping around my room like a creep. Well, not like a creep, just looking and touching. He glanced at the soccer posters I had on my wall, and at the pictures of my mom. Sorry, what? Dallas said over his shoulder. If you wanna look, thats fine, I giggled. Har har, Eris. Dallas stopped looking and came over to the bed. He looked at the nightstand then pointed to the. . I can see some of the other guestslooking at her, and maybe a muttered comment, which causes her expressionto harden."Oh your knees slave!" she hisses, a little too loudly, but I complyimmediately"Yes Mistress Amaji," I reply. "Err.. slave is sorry Mistress Amaji." Good! Now.. as punishment... hmm... " she looks thoughtful. "My sissyslave can crawl after me now... do you understand slave?" Yes Mistress Amaji, I.. slave understands," I say, shifting to all fours,head down, not moving 'till I.