The elevator doors close behind us. It starts back down leaving us no escape. The room we occupy is silent. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. I...also hear Sara’s trembling breaths.Then the lights go on. I am blinded. When I can see, Lady Lisa is standing in the middle of the room. She is dressed in a black thong and black bra.Sara squeezes my hand.“Good! You both came obediently.”Smiling fiercely, she turns to me, her eyes bore into mine.“But you know I only want Sara. She hisses at. After all, I was her sugar daddy, the "rich" American man of whom she'ddreamed for so long, her (as it turns out, not-so-charming) prince whowould allow her to live as a princess rather than as a peasant, to beSomebody rather than nobody.I had made her my wife; in doing so, I had transformed her very identity.Even if, in fucking her in the ass without mercy, I had stripped her ofher dignity, I owned her, body and soul; she belonged to me, and shewould talk to me again, sooner, rather than. ’ ‘Oh, Bayard, you know you can sit up, the hell are you doing on your knee. I’ve taken care of you as if you were my own son!’ Bayard stood up and sat down in the one of the chairs by the King. ‘What news bring you here son?’ ‘Nothing m’lord, I just thought I would come by and see you my lord. As you can see, I have been gone for 3 summers.’ ‘Aye, I can see that,’ the King rubbed his chin,’Bayard, I’ve known you for a long time and you are now what? 24 years and still not bethrothed or. "What the hell do you want, Seth, I was trying to sleep?" I yawned and stretched, working out various kinks; just because I practiced martial arts does not mean my body was up for an all-night run."Nice," he commented, though he'd wisely taken a step back first. "Much as I'd like to continue admiring, you've got about a half hour till the remembrance." Shit," I sighed, glancing over Billy's prone form to the digital alarm clock between our beds; it showed 10:01am. "Thanks," I grumbled, yawning.