I admitted that I could not see what two women could do for each other, but then I remembered my experience with that pedophile. I guessed that I just...did not have enough information about people's feelings about sex to form an opinion.From what little I had learned, I was certain that I could not be of much help to Miss Archer if she would not talk to me about her problem. But how could I get her to trust a 13-year-old boy? The answer was simple: I couldn't! This was how "The Vigilante" was. Your eyes drift towards the barebones set up in your bedroom. A queen sized mattress lays on the carpet. Queen sized. Just got signed and already living in the lap of luxury.You step into the bathroom and are greeted by your own reflection in the mirror."Wait a minute, is that Sexton Cornell!? Here!? On NXT!?"Mauro Ranallo's distinctive voice narrates the fantasy in your head. You've come a long way for this. The indie wrestling world knows you as Sexton Cornell, and soon enough the name your. It has holders for arms and legs with leathern straps on it. Next to it there’s a rolling stool and a low table with some instruments on it. Some chains are dangling from the ceiling. As they put me down on the chair, it feels like I’m in a middle-class S/M-porno.The one is pressing my upper body on the chair while the other fastens a broad leather strap around my waist. With the second strap, around my throat, my body is almost securely fastened. Then they pull my legs apart and push them into. And they finally all broke down. We don't have parts so..." I get it," I say breaking in. "No contact. But someone is still trying to kill the Kindred," I remind her, as we rejoined the main group."But why would anyone want to do that?" Gwen says in disbelief, that anyone could be so cold."Good question. I can only assume your gifted leader, Melville has an idea as to what to do about that."I look around the main area and see most folks have gone off to sleep. I wonder if I should find some.