It has been decades since a person was taken but every year a few livestock are lost.”“You’re kidding ... dragons?”“Not at all, you noticed ...ow thick the walls are? They’re why.”I grumbled as Nallen gathered me in his arms, then carried me back to the middle of the bed, very much like he did earlier. I wanted to be upset - still not able to do for myself - but it was also sweet in a way. He settled back, his head on a pillow, I curled against his side just like I had been before we went. I was about to calm down when my cell phone went off telling me I had a message. It wasn’t until after I flipped the screen to check who sent me the message when I remembered that not long ago it had been disconnected.“Oh my. I can’t believe it.” I exclaimed.I almost shouted inconceivable after a line from the first movie I saw after I came to America. My Grandfather loved The Princess Bride and every time I came over to visit we’d make sure we had plenty of time to watch it at least once.My. After I think the longest ten minutes of my life my Master tells me to stand. I do straight away with my hands behind my back and boobs pushed out. He stands by one of the dining room chairs and demands I come over. I stand by it and he orders me to lean over it. I do of course but as I do I notice the straps on the legs. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard.. Blazing fucking sunshine!" "Please don't swear at me Andy," she scolded him, "I can't help it." "Can't help what," he demanded angrily. "I'm scared!" "Scared," he questioned, "Scared?" "Yes," she answered nervously. "Scared," he repeated. "What are scared about?" "Well, we're in the middle of a fucking grave yard, aren't we," she retorted; descending to the use of Andy's vulgar language. "So?" "So," she repeated, "It's full of dead people, innit...Smart Arse!" "Yes, Smarty Knickers, of course.