Goodness it was the Kings roads afterall, and full daylight.I yawned again. The windows were curtained with heavy fabric to keep out the chill, it mad... the inside dim. It was a warm winter day and I felt downright cozy resting on the plush seating, despite the new gowns tightness around my breasts and the cinching of my waist. My eyes grew heavy and blinking became an effort that I gave up. My dark lashes rested on my cheeks, cheeks pure white and guarded from the sun as though the most prized. Whether or not she wants this, she is like the polar ice caps melting. His global warming is most welcome, a distraction from her now dreadful anxieties. He pushes her head softly to the side and places slightly wet kisses on her neck while slowly walking behind her. The kisses trail all the way to the other earlobe, where he again bites her softly. Why am I letting him do this? Her mind may be drifting in a dense fog, but her body certainly knows the route. Her sudden gasp and breathing makes. If you do not move, she may change her mind and not wish to see you again."A second voice of his own creation joined the first voice inside his head."Who said she wanted to see you again, Erik? Christine did not ask for you. Madame Giry did."A third voice thundered."Cease this pointless bickering! This is just wonderful! Now I am discussing myself in the third person inside my own mind. Just stop it. I will never know anything if I stay here in the hall. I will spend the rest of my life. "Yes, Mistress." The cover over her cage is lifted off and she sees she's in a smaller room than before. It has dark stone and metal walls, and a concrete floor. Mistress stands in front of her. She wears very tall black heels and a black skirt. She has a comfortable looking black bra on as well. "Hello slut," Mistress teases, from outside the cage. She walks around to the side of the cage and locks her ankles to the back of the cage corners. "I bet you are very hungry right now, aren't you?".