The next morning a Mexican girl arrived, she looked no more than 12 or 13 and was holding a riding crop menacingly. She let me out of the cage to go t... the bathroom and then locked me back in with a bowl of food and water. Again no one came home that night and it was late the next morning when the girl returned. I started to talk to her but she hit me across the arse with the riding crop and said “No talking.”I saw no one but the girl for weeks, my body was dirty and ached from the cramped. "Lay down across the bed," he directed.Climbing onto the bed, I lay down with my head at the far edge with my hands crossed beneath my cheek and the tips of my toes hanging off the other end. I was surprised (and a little disappointed?) that he hadn't suggested I take off my clothes. Maybe he really did just want to please me tonight. If so, I could live with that.He started as always at my neck and after brutalizing it and making me squirm like a tickled teenager, he worked out across my. I’m exhausted. Are you going to be up for a while?” I said, “Yeah, I’m watching the end of this game and then I’ll be up. Is that okay?” She said, “Yes, that’s fine. While you’re watching, can you help my mother with the rest of the dishes?” My mother-in-law said, “No, it’s fine. I don’t need help, just pour me another wine and keep me company while I clean them.” I said, “I can do that,” and poured her a glass. I kissed my wife good night and watched her walk upstairs. We decided to stay. I needed her calmed and focused. I pulled her table down so I could be close to her ears. "Calm down. I'm going to help. What's your name? Don't try to speak, just think of it."Carrie. Carrie Stover was her name. She calmed quickly and focused on my voice, my touch."Carrie. Pretty name. I'm going to help restore your face, Carrie. I need you to focus on memories of looking at yourself in the mirror. I know it's not something we do just to see ourselves, so try to remember getting ready for.