I don’t know why. ‘Well, a lot has changed since then. Quite a few dragons have actually taken human form – but I’m sure that Deathwing alread... told you all about it.’ Deathwing? Is that the fuckers name? Wow, that’s…that’s fucking metal. ‘No. He didn’t,’ Nightwing replies, dryly. I can feel the fear tension in her voice. ‘He said I would need to be cautious in my new form.’ ‘…oh. I, uh…’ Trishka clears her throat, causing the flame of her torch to sputter a little. ‘Well, a lot has changed.. " Committing suicide always is." But, Gerry... ?" Yes?" I was going to let you off the hook too." No you weren't." Ye-es. I was going to relieve you of the burden of me always wondering when you were going to drop me." Isobel, listen to me. I haven't asked you to commit to me so I could hardly offer to commit to you. That you feel this strongly indicates that you might be prepared to commit to me though."There was a long silence during which Gerry noticed relievedly that she had stopped. We then go into the next room where I crawl on my hands and knees and is lead up a flight of stairs and down a flight of stairs. We are now in a room with whips and chains and other equipment. Lee Lee leads me by the leash around the room a few times. Then she ordered me to lie face down on a table. Lee Lee puts a blindfold over my eyes. I am ordered to put my hands behind my back. I do so and she puts handcuffs on them. Then she puts chains on my ankles and lock my legs together. A chain is. " Isidor laughed silently to himself and he bent down to retrieve a cleaner cloth. When he straightened up, about to wipe a small smudge in the corner, his arm stopped in mid-air and froze. Isidor's mouth was open and he stared straight ahead as if transfixed. Across the street, as the sun shone in the apartment directly opposite his, a young woman walked towards the window. She pulled off her shirt as she headed toward her kitchen sink. She was pretty, the woman across the street. Her small.