You reach the door at the end of the corridor, a hidden passageform the bottom of the wine cellar of the house. The door is tall andmenacing, all the ...ore so because you know what lies behind it, Master'sdungeon!Your master eases the key to the door from his pocket with deliberatelyslow precision like he does with everything else in life, though in thiscase it is only to tease out your anxiety, especially as what awaits you isunknown to you, Master's latest surprise for you. He likes. He followed Ann on his crutches, down the hall, into the elevator, and then out into the garage in the lower basement of the building. A huge muscled black man, who Ann introduced as her bodyguard, called Sam, met them. He held the doors to a black SUV open for them, and they climbed inside, before Sam drove them out of there. Her brother’s apartment was just a thirty-minute drive, and time passed quickly before they arrived. Sam drove into the basement garage of the five-story building, with. Aunt Delia would know, but nobody else. Would the rest of them be able to guess? Maybe, but they would not know for sure, and that’s the way I wanted it. I’d had enough of their worthless gratitude and phony sympathy. The incident at the church had sealed it for me, oh yeah.I was in and out of the hospital in a week’s time. I’d decided to shack up in Phoenix for another week before chancing the long drive back to my digs in Douglas; well, I was still pretty weak.I hadn’t been on the computer in. The Handler prepared them, and repaired them. He wouldn’t be able to afford a stable of staggeringly attractive young muscular studs of his own, his modest stipend prevented even a thought of independence. So, while he was branding a beautiful muscle slave, and relishing his screams of agony, he did it for himself, conveniently forgetting she might be observing from one of the many spy holes, or simply be waiting to use this specimen herself as soon as the Handler had done his job.Today’s work.