"Hello, Chris." Lisa walked into the room.Chris stood. "Lisa. Hello."Lisa sat down in the chair opposite him, and waited for him to speak."Umm, about ...hat happened..."Lisa didn't say anything, she obviously wasn't going to help him out."Look, I'm sorry. I really was a prick."There, he'd said it. Why was that so hard? It was nothing less than the truth, but he still didn't like to say it.Lisa still didn't say anything, but her face had become softer somehow."I know I screwed up, fair enough. But. Again, I was lifted from the table. When he made a third ‘long distance call’, I spit out the rubber and began screaming... The sounds coming from my mouth seemed like they were coming from another person.He played with me. He asked me a question. Then when I didn’t answer right, he made a ‘local call’ to let me know what was coming. When I continued to resist him, he made the ‘long distance call’. After a while, I became so disoriented, that I really didn’t hear the questions. That’s. From the salon they passed into the bed-chamber; it was a model of taste and simple elegance. A single portrait, signed by Leopold Robert, shone in its carved and gilded frame. This portrait attracted the Count of Monte Cristo's attention, for he made three rapid steps in the chamber, and stopped suddenly before it. It was the portrait of a young woman of five or six and twenty, with a dark complexion, and light and lustrous eyes, veiled beneath long lashes. She wore the picturesque costume of. He fell down the stairs. He landed right on his head, he knew he broke his neck, why is he in his b-ANGGK ANNNGK ANNNGKThe alarm clock startles Rick, as he lets out a short scream and bunches the blanket up around his head. Upon realisation that it was infact not his death arriving but simply the alarm clock announcing awake time, he slammed his fist down on the clock hard enough to break it. Rick throws the blanket clear off him, and stands up. He scratches his ass, and then his head, and.