"Hey, Sheila, your hair really looks good."She caught his eyes. "That was really something this afternoon, Greg." She hugged him and kissed his neck.A... they walked into the Turtle, she took his hand in both of hers and looked at him adoringly. "See, you didn't even have to coach me."As they satisfied ravenous appetites with glorious shrimp and crabs, he said, "Uh, Sheila, we have another problem to solve. Actually, we have been doing pretty well. What was the plan between you and Marcia?" I was. Pieter cooks as good as he fucks.’ ‘He thinks you’re dead, Jacob. He was crying.’ ‘Crying? That old queen?’ He laughed again, licking his lips and enjoying the taste of the clumpy blood. ‘What the fuck would he be crying about? We only met yesterday.’ ‘Something happened between the two of you last night and you know it. Even I felt it. You and Pieter had a connection in the midst of your fucking. Something that transcended the sex. Why are you so quick to dismiss it?’ ‘There was nothing there.. With my hands...but...I have never felt this type of helplessness in my life and I have endured many things.I did not know why I am so much affected. Without a word, Master pulled my hands behind me, and I felt the coolness of the cuffs as they closed about my wrists,next a blindfold was placed around my eyes and finally a leash was clipped to my collar. He pushed my head down, which pulled my bottom up, and he spread my legs even wider with his knee and feet...,,Hold on i want see you"...I. All of a sudden I am a sci-fi experiment. I look like Brinley. I sound like Brinley. I even have her memories. But something feels different, because a different me has returned home. Tarnished and forever changed, because of The Chamber. How can anyone experience an entire year at the hands of a cunning and sadistic monster, and not be changed? Not be ruined, broken. Even the strongest among the seven of us will struggle on this most dreadful and awaited homecoming. I gaze around the house.