The scent of his cologne wasn’t strong, more of a musk; earthy, leather, tinged with an aged whiskey. She could smell the barley of the beer he must...��ve had at the bar, still on his lips and breath. Every hair on her body was standing up; her faded cut hair was still slightly damp from the shower, so the bang that she usually had flat ironed, was in tight pink curls. She could feel his large hand and long fingers right on her faded scalp, covering the entirety of her head.It was growing hard to. "What shall we do for the rest of the day then?" Mark asked. University didn't go back for another week for the pair of them so they had some free time."I can go and get some groceries if you want to split the bill?" Katie suggested."Sure. I can cook tonight if you like?" Mark offered."That would be good," Katie nodded, happy with their plan. "I might head off now then if you don't need a hand to bring your stuff in?" No, I'm fine. Its really only a couple of bags of clothes at this point."Mark. Inside he is impressed, usually it takes a few days before they automatically assume the poster and change the way they talk. Of course that is not going to help her now. He disconnects her leash and without saying a word leads her from the bathroom. He takes her down the stairs. Down a staircase perfectly designed for a person walking on their hands and knees. The trip down she sees that there are more cameras in the hallway and the stairs. She must have been on camera since she got here. They. This one was designed for big events, mounted on a trailer. The grill was 3?wide and 6? long. It has a large half drum cover. I pushed up on the cover to discover it would not move. Those guys must of welded it closed. All I could do is lay there on the grill. It was dark and quiet. I had only my thoughts to hear. Thinking about what happened reminded me of pork chop. It made me wonder what it was like to be cooked alive. How it would feel to have the heat touch the skin and how warm it would.