He knew her. He wasn’t quite sure how or from where, but her hair and the eyes that had looked out through her mask triggered some shred of recognit...on. He knew her. But he knew she must have had her reasons for not revealing herself. Maybe she was famous or disfigured somehow. Maybe she was only playing games with his simmering imagination. Otherwise, they could’ve been any other naked couple on the planet, walking each other home through antiquated streets at dawn’s end of The Carnival. . The person who had shot was not good enough or I wouldn't have seen the glint and he or she wouldn't have missed. I worked my way to the place and found no one. I heard a car motor start and wheels spin as it left quickly. I found the ejected shell. It went into my pocket. I ran back to Lisa.She saw me running toward her and stood up. "What was that about?"I said, "Someone shot at us."She said, "You yelled at me and I wanted to know why but Stargazer took my body and did what you told me to. Would you rather I sent you to Hudghton?” Now true panic took hold of Annest. The Stewart was the final authority among the servants of Yarmouth Manor. His punishments were cruel and could leave a lasting mark. She dropped to her knees and begged, “No, no, no, no. Don’t send me to Mr. Hudghton. Do with me as you will.” Reason was returning to Patience. With it, she found she was enjoying the way Annest was submitting to her. “Strip” she simply stated. Annest’s thoughts were all. “The bullwhip originated as a pastoral tool,” said Wanda. “To keep cattle in line. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong split open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated but alert enough to.