.. She’s prettier naked...”Running a hand inside, he strokes one of the girl’s chained ankles.“This is first class...”, he adds, enjoying th... smooth feeling to the touch. The sound of a second helicopter interrupts them. “Two” and Mrs. Cara show up at the door. MM makes the introductions and invites them to sit at the table.The scene is surreal. In a ramshackle hut, around an impeccably set table, worthy of one of the best Parisian restaurants and lit by fancy chandeliers, a meal for four is. She had ordered the usualbouquet for me to take home and was delighted when I gave her one of thebouquets I'd bought, as well as the one she had ordered for my wife,however she was even more surprised when she arrived at work on her ownbirthday with a similar bouquet, along with 2 tickets for her favouritegroup who happened to be visiting Liverpool that weekend. Not sure thather boyfriend appreciated going to see the boy band though.Routine at job just wasn't happening though and true to his. And B’s in chemistry and calculus which were fine. Now I can focus on the stuff I care about!”“You like history and sociology better than science?”“For sure! I am NOT a science geek!”The elevator arrived and we rode down to the ground floor. It was far too cold to run outside, so we made our way to the gym and ran on the indoor track before heading back to the dorm for our showers and morning prayers. Everyone joined us for breakfast, including Clark, who had made a New Year’s resolution to get. She couldn’t have ripped it from her captor if she tried, she couldn’t feel her hands much less use them. Michelle tried to imagine it, tied down so tightly that your hands and feet died. Abused physically and mentally, tortured in ways too devious for a normal mind to imagine. Had she known her captor? How long had she been missing? Who was this poor woman? Hopefully the woman’s mind had gone way before she had been killed. Hopefully she was unaware of the abuse done to her. The opposite was.