I can’t breathe so I stop fighting. You don’t say a word. You don’t tell me to hush – you don’t have to … I get the point and realize that...if I fight this will end badly. So I stop struggling and wait for a better moment when I can resist and maybe get away then … You tie my hands behind my back and take your belt off for my ankles but you don’t hog tie me just bind my ankles so tight it hurts to move them … the hard leather from the belt is burning on my skin but I don’t say anything out of. His gloved hands held the steering wheel, the tinted glass hiding the two in the car from any oncoming traffic. A fire truck raced by and he looked in the rearview mirror as the large vehicle stopped in front of the jewelry store. Bonnie glanced over at him, “You were perfect, among other things,” her words trailed off. From under her mask, she looked to the bulge against the midsection of his jeans. Unable to control herself, her gloved hands went to the button, undoing it, and in one smooth. " Did you tell her why you asked? Does she know about Kathy and Brad?" Are you kidding? I would never tell on them, Jen. I was reading about a boy being sent back to India or someplace like that for making his sister pregnant. I told Mom about the article and she told me that it was incest and it was against the law." Oh." I really think it's a stupid law though. What difference does it make if Kathy and Brad want to fool around?" I guess I lost our bet," I said sheepishly."Yup! You sure did.". On that day he didn't even give her a farewell, she was no longer his concern.Over the following weeks Sindy's workmates began to see her decline. Long nights, she seems to spend so much time alone, rumour went around the office as she withdrew from their company.One day a colleague accidentally found a demand from one of Sindy's credit cards, she'd maxed the card out and didn't care. The rumour went around that her break up from her Master, although none knew the real relationship, was sending.