The sky was growing dark as day turned to night. I was showered, shaved and standing naked before a pile of leather and latex clothes that were about ...o tried on for the very first time. I paused for a second to let my mind run through my plan one last time before I committed myself. Most of the preparations on my to-do list had already been checked off. Getting dressed was the final item on my list as well as the point of no return. Prior to this moment I spent a great deal of time. "Next time, I'm gonna fuck her."Nate had gotten easier to live with over the first couple of months, but the beatings began again after my girlfriends visit. To stop getting pounded every night I asked her if she would see Nate. I explained he was violent, but she agreed anyway, only to make life in prison easier on me. Nate gave me instructions on how she was to dress - surprisingly not like a hooker, but in a short yellow dress with nothing on underneath. Inmates were only allowed one. "Is that mine?" Uh-huh." Daddy clucked his tongue. "I think I should have a talk with your dad about this story of yours. The grammar is terrible!" Oh God!" I just rolled my eyes. "They have a pill for that, you know." What? Poor grammar?" He looked at me, smiling."Your multiple personality problem." I giggled. "You're so weird sometimes!" Yeah," he nodded. "But you love me." Yeah," I sighed, closing my eyes and snuggling close. "I do, daddy." You're getting an exchange student?" Petra gave me. Ironic, the rune for time being lost to time.”“Correct. Such runes unbalance every spell they’re applied to, making them impossible to activate and thereby impossible to define. A few great sages in history are rumored to have forced a time spell of some kind, but it was always fatal. Those who try to mess with time either waste their lives or are painfully disintegrated.”“Well, I have something that those sages didn’t: information from my world. Just like with alchemy, if I combine the power.