"You trained that sadistic bitch?" Derrick asked his mouth hanging agape. "Yes Sire, to my ultimate shame. The skills I taught her were never meant to...be used as she does. Never were they intended to take a life. I have heard that over the years she has taken many, far too many. I have to kill her Sire, in order to restore what little honor I have left. I cannot allow her to misuse what was given to her by me any longer." "I believe I understand, you said that Greeson was able to delay her 'til. "You're dead, motherfucker!" he shouted at me as he opened up his door and quickly got out, ripping open the back door almost in one fluid motion. "You're fucking dead!" he screamed, leaning his body into the back seat to grab at my legs and drag me out.POP! POP!As Jon came back to get me, I jumped back to the passenger side back door as I heard what sounded like firecrackers going off. The Fourth of July was just a few weeks back, and I thought this was a hell of a time for kids to start. No response. “NOW!” Anna’s voice grew less patient with each sentence. Becca looked at Anna from across the room. Anna was sitting on the couch in her jeans and flannel shirt. This was how she dressed when she came to work at Becca’s house as a cleaning woman. Anna had asked on numerous occasions that she dress more formally – Becca’s house was a palace of glass and wood, and Anna’s clothing was in sharp contrast to the other housekeepers Becca had employed. Some of Becca’s friends had. You stop when you get in the room, ?do you like what I have done with the place? you ask.?Yes Mistress, what are all those leather straps next to the bed?? I ask.You don’t reply, but pull my leash until you have me kneeling next to the bed. You push my back down so my torso is lying on the bed, with my ass sticking out, and my knees are on the floor. You take unclip the leather cuffs from the headboard and fasten them around my wrists, and then pull my arms behind my back and fasten the cuffs.