As a collector of antiques, Donald was very familiar with that smell, and it drew him into the store, like a bee to honey. Donald smiled faintly as he...looked around, seeing a large variety of things in the store. What caught his eyes the most, were the antiques. There were a number of them, scattered around, and mixed with new things, and cheap gimmicks. But the antiques were the only thing that his eyes sought out. Behind the counter was on old man, wearing a worn out robe, carefully bent over. Which is enough to build Heather's dream villa" Her friend said proudly to her goth friend as Gwen couldn't help but to laugh at the predicament of their former host who had tortured them for his own amusement and money gain. And just hearing Chris got sent to jail once again made her all so happy."Have you told Heather yet?" Despite being enemies on the show for how many years, they do share their hatred of the man named Chris. So at least she could be agree with Heather for hating on him."Not. The next morning mom had me hidding under the dinning table. It was glass so she put a table cloth on to conceal me. I heard her telling Tony not to worry about clothes and have a seat. There it was in front of me looking like a big black scary one eyed monster waiting to be worshipped. My que was to wait until mom put his plate on the table and starts to give him a massage. When I heard the clink I was on that dick like it was crack. I heard him moan then he tensed up and I could hear mom. . this is my sister . . . Night Black." "Pretty names for pretty ladies!" said the man. "I need totie your wrists now." And with surprising speed, and no apparent effort,he turned them onto their tummies and bound their wrists tightly behind them.As with a few other subjects, their hypnosis was taking some time to work onthis one. "Could you turn us back over, please?" said Night Black. "Oh I'm sorry. Here you go." Effortlessly, he once again put thembottom down. "We . . . we've told you.