We would stop for a while eat some food she had ready and I kept looking around and the den was full of men. I don't know where they came from, or eve... when. After I ate some food, Betty had me begin to suck them all off one by one.Some place in all that Betty and Jane disappeared and it was just the men. The Butler was giving all the orders; he had us all moved into a huge bedroom. I had sex with all the men there. I fell asleep and when I woke up, we started in again. We did that all weekend. God knows why. It was boring as all get out. But hey, if it makes her happy- well its her fucking car.Oh, I like cars by the way. Especially older Mercedes-Benzes. Just so you know.Anyway, I got walked in, threw my coat on the back of a kitchen chair, and went up to the my bedroom so I could change and shower, and then take a long bath. A really long bath.But as I approached my bedroom door, I heard the bed squeaking and creaking. And I was all, 'What the fuck?' So I opened the door, and this. "I must walk Bathory, talk Bathory,Sneak, creep, and stalk Bathory,And when I do, then I will knowJust how far I'll have to go.I must look confident, act confident,Even when I'm not confident.Otherwise, if I'm found out,I'll learn what torture's all about!"Joringel came into the library and said:"The Iron Maiden's ready, m'lady Countess!"She led me to the library window, and through it, I saw a tall femalestatue made of the purest iron, with a pair of bronze nipples on thefront. A servant girl. Entering her mind, I imagined the staircase Brantwell wrote about. I worked my way to the "living room" and could see what she saw. I toured her mind, finding her thoughts and habits, likes and dislikes. Drifting upstairs, I found her memories, urges, and inhibitions. It was kind of scary, being able to look into a person's mind this way.I'd only seen Annette a handful of times, mostly to say hello to in the parking lot, but after just a few seconds, I could tell you about the boy she lost her.