She was not sober and she expressed her anger at me openly and I must admit that I didn’t understand why in the beginning. I should have, of course....By then again, I’ve known Maria since way back when she was a girlie teenager. I was a friend of her father, Bruno, a rather jolly but also a stupid man – stupid in that slow, tiresome way. He was something of a house tyrant in his family, that guarded his women, wife Ilse, and daughter Maria, as a hawk because he knew only too well who I was and. "Why are we here?" I asked him."Because you are my toy and I want to play with you." He guided medown the stairs to his basement. On one end of the finished basementwas a large room with a sofa and chair set up to face a large screenTV. One wall was bare and unadorned and Josh gestured me to the wallas he picked up a camera and started taking pictures of me. I wasfeeling very self conscious and nervous."What are you going to do to me?" I asked him, my voice trembling alittle with my fear. "If I hypnotize you to become a slave, I am afraid that you really will become one. More than anything else, I would really hate for that to happen!"I waited. I finally said my piece.There was a few minutes of silence. Shirley had a lot to think about, I know. The fact that she thought before saying something indicated a lot to me.Finally, with a sigh, Shirley said, "I think I see what you're trying to say. You love me as an equal, but if I wanted to be treated like a slave, then we aren't. I immediatly still. "See? You can behave."I bite back my retort of the various things I would like to cut off of him. He runs the blade down to my shoulder making me shiver. With a jerk he cuts one of the straps to my shirt. I look at Victor. "Stop this...please." I beg. He just smiles and Gage cuts the other strap. Thankfully my arms keep my shirt from falling. "What now? Just go away and leave me alone!" I try to break Gage's hold, but he's strong even while intoxicated."Here," Gage offers.