The difference is very striking. On one side, every comfort you could imagine. On the other, bare, poured concrete and a sparse 8x8 foot cell. I le...d her inside. There's a plastic mattress in one corner. The wall facing my den area is barred like a traditional jail cell, giving me a full view of her from my easy chair.I remove her hood and cuffs. She looks around herself, taking in the environs of her new home. Dark, gloomy, and final. She'll remain here until the day she dies. Her. ..The three teens watch me eagerly, while I pretend to think up a proper prize for the winning teamThe winners will decide what we will have on program this evening after this match and our dinnerThe teams have three players each, so even if three disagree, two of them will win by compromiseThe eyes of the teens flash as they realise immediately what might be a stake in our deciding set!The two eldest teens play with Petra who is almost as tall as me but much faster and better at itThe two. ’s filled with the same designer drug the men had used on the nurses they had taken captive earlier. The I.V. bags also contained electrolytes to nourish the girls. As they slept, each girl unknowingly was developing a heightened sex drive and the same Stockholm syndrome that had worked so successfully on the nurses. Each man took turns observing his own naked treasure while she slept as the boat slipped quickly through quiet seas toward the special island.Michael probed Patricia’s vagina. She was only two years older than me but always seemed much older, as girls do. Katey was always kind to me as I grew up, sympathizing with me when my sister didn’t, throwing a ball with me when there was no one else around. I always thought it was because she didn’t have a little brother of her own. It never crossed my mind that she could be lonely, or that she might like me. She certainly took me by surprise when we went for a walk that summer’s evening along the river. My sister had.