“Come on, silly slut, don’t tell me you haven’t been expecting this. This is the perfect spot for in school, or in between classes. Not everyone...is as understanding as Ms Dougal!” Roach added, alluding to the curtained off area in the back of the art studio he had made her use in the past.Looking around, curiously, wrinkling her nose a bit at the slight odor in the room, Niki followed the other boys into the room, everyone turning to stare as a girl walked into their domain. Motioning Niki into. " I said. "I'll bring an invoice for the original estimate with me and do a new estimate for the cabinets. Ten A.M. tomorrow." Good! That will give me time to get the kids off to school and be ready for you." I wasn't sure what she had to do to get ready for me, but who was I to question the customer?This time, I rang the doorbell at 10:00AM sharp."So you can be punctual when you want to!" she said, opening the door only far enough to let me in.In the dim light of the entryway, it took a few. The Window was hanging on the frame, and the door was missing. Inside there was a rusted metal bed frame with a filthy mattress on top. The bed sheltered under the part of the roof which was not damaged. Max decided to rest for a couple of hours. Under a section of the roofing which fell in, underneath was a dirty canvas tent sheet. Grabbing the piece of canvas, he climbed onto the bed. Covering himself, he curled up into a ball. Trying to warm up from the cold night. Slowly drifted off to. But no.Sara had arrived earlier, under the premise of having ‘our little chat’. She’d brought a green patchwork quilt bag with her, and asked to leave it in my room. I’d thought nothing of it at the time.‘It’s me tools,’ Max explained, digging inside it and pulling out various lengths of rope.He then proceeded to tie my girlfriend up, utilising a series of ornate, exquisitely beautiful knots and rope-work that left her firmly trussed to the mattress with her legs spread. He’d stop occasionally.