Each of your families have been given two men to stay with you for protection. Unless told different you will call them Master when speaking to them.�...� All of us standing there were looking at each other with horror. One of the other fathers then bellowed “Just wait a minute! What the hell is this and who the fuck do you think you are!” At an instant the guard next to him punched him in the stomach and pushed him to his knees. There were gasps among us as he hit the floor. Mr. Akinyemi continued. I guessed I had been walking over an ancient city archive when the explosion occurred.There was no power, but the area began to be dimly lit with the red glow of a fire at one end of the debris. There were shattered wooden shelves and paper books everywhere. I had to get out of here! I stood and looked around, trying to see a way out, amazed I seemed unhurt except for bruises. Yes! These loose cables, not yet near the fire! I could just climb my way out of this! And then I heard a hammering. He gripped my leg and slowly dug his fingertips into my soft thigh. In my gut I knew it was a warning. “You are playing with fire, little Kitten.” I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan. I opened my mouth to tell him I could handle the heat, but before I could get the words out he held onto my thigh tighter and leaned in close. His lips brushed my ear and his voice was a velvet whisper so inviting, yet what he said had every hair on my body standing on edge. “I already know your limits. I know. Then Justyna was there and we walked out of the bar and down the street. She took my hand and it was such a lovely and neutral thing to do. We headed down Paleisstraat. The birds were all asleep so no more twittering in the acacia trees until morning. Then we were in my favorite cafe. The daffodils I brought this morning were arranged in a pint glass on the bar. I slid on to a bench in a dark corner. It was quiet. A man sitting at the bar drinking beer. No music. The Molentje is what’s called.