A thought crossed my mind. I didn't like it. "Why are we on the roof?" Don't worry. You won't be for long."Of course, with that as an answer, I renewe... my struggles. I might not have died from the fall, but I didn't want to experience the chance.My captor chuckled. "Fight all you want. I'm strong enough to haul you over the edge without touching anything more than your cuffs."Panic can be a wonderful thing. It can get your blood flowing, your adrenaline racing. It can also put ideas into your. Not the smartest move, but what can I say. I’ve been losing my mind lately. So when I see our babysitter, Alyssa enthusiastically reading to our five-year-old boy, Dylan, I find myself confused and elated at the same time. If Alyssa is here, then Miranda is obviously out with her friends, flirting with men like they're all single and don’t have a family back at home. Despite my sadness and frustration, I walk into the kitchen and smile at Alyssa before she looks over at me with an enthusiastic. Symone come shortly after with a blanket and strawberries. They sat and talked trying to avoid the subject of last night. Sasha stood and walked by a tree still thinking about her restless night and sighed. Symone stood and walked toward her backed her into the tree and kissed her. She tried to resist but it felt to good to her. She could feel Symone's hands tracing the curves of her body and peeling away at her clothes. She could also feel the warmth of the sun against her skin as Symone. She dreaded what would happen when she needed to go to the toilet."Look up pig, how the fuck are you going to learn if you don't watch. You can watch in the mirror while I show you what to do."Emily looked up and saw herself for the first time since processing. She looked frightful. Her hair was indeed a mess, a small clump stuck out at a stiff angle from her head, her own juices wiped from Sergeant Mailer's shock-baton the cause. Her eyes were red and puffy, no wonder they hurt so much; even.