Though I don't mind either way."Becca shifted under his penetrating stare, uncomfortably aware of the vulnerable position she was held in."I'm going t... remove your gag now, you may scream but it won't do you any good. The room is soundproofed as is the rest of the compound, and we are deep underground."Thomas reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, letting it fall away from her mouth. The pain in her jaw faded slightly to a dull throbbing ache, as he wiped the drool from her chin. "...No, no Angels this year, I'm afraid." I smirk smugly, deepeningthe teenager's frown as she leans back into her house."Chlo!" Rosie shouts up the stairs. "Your boyfriend's here!" I grin asthe unmistakable sound of someone practically skipping down a flightof stairs comes from within the house, followed seconds later by mygirlfriend greeting me with a long, deep kiss."Hey you," Chloe says, stealthily slipping a hand into the back pocketof my jeans."Hey," I reply. "Just thought I should, you. Our foster mom could be seriously ill, and that weighed heavily on our hearts and minds. The next day, we continued to bale hay. Mr. Benson ran the tractor and baler. Tommy and I pulled the truck and trailer behind it and picked up and stacked the hay onto the trailer. Once the trailer was full, we took it to the barn. At the barn we unloaded the hay and restacked it per Mr. Benson’s instructions. I much rather be doing the round bales. The square bales was much more manual labor. At lunch, I. “Where the heck are we?” She groaned, “I don’t recognise any of this.” “Welll,” he started. “I’ve missed you so much, I thought I might surprise you. Plus you’ve been working so hard – I thought you might enjoy being taken away for the weekend?” “Where are we going?” She asked forcefully, now fully awake.. “Just trust me,” he said. “You’ll love it, believe me.” She shrugged again, in that way she did, the skin on her nose crinkling up as she pouted. “Look,” he implored, placing his left hand.