Your beauty reminds me of a more gentler time. When death and torment was no option. What is your name I wonder? I look upon your angel face. And your...angel hair. I recognize the flower peddle in your hair. Your town had an infinite amount of these flowers, before it burned to the ground. Perhaps being the last peddle of your home, I decide to preserve it. How precious a peddle can be, when it is the last. You sigh, like a child, as I lean over to set the peddle upon the thick bed post. Your. The sun had not yet risen. She realized she'd fallen asleep leaning against the chair and her whole body felt uneasy. “I'll walk it off,” she thought to herself. She got dressed and went outside. As she looked over the meadow and the fields, her eye caught the bundle still laying there next to the door. She smiled. Apparently she didn't dream that part. She decided to ignore it and walked towards the overgrown fields. The air was chilly, but she welcomed the refreshment. The grass felt damp.. He figured that Julie would be where the lights were, since she had told him that her mom drank herself to sleep almost every night.He went to the lighted window, and hoping he wasn't doing something really stupid, knocked softly on the glass.He heard some scrambling on the inside, and he stepped back from the glass so as to not appear threatening."Who's there?" said Julie in a threatening tone. "I've got a gun!" she added."Julie, it's me, Bobby," he called. He took another couple steps back. ??No please don?t, I?m sorry for disobeying you.? Emily pleaded.?Well, I suppose it is your first day so there are bound to be some hiccups to begin with but I have to punish you, are you willing to take on a different punishment?? asked John?Yes? answered Emily immediately ?anything but that?John smiled to himself, this was turning out easier than he had thought it would, ?very well your punishment will start immediately and last for 10 minutes? John replied before hanging up the phone.Unsure.