? With the gagin my mouth, I had started to find it hard to breath and had to concentrate tomake myself slow down my breathing.? OnceI had managed to ...alm a little bit, I had become aware of a slight breeze on mybody.? The more I focused on my body, themore I realised that I was naked. I had just begun to worry about this latestdiscovery when I had heard the door open again. This time I had heard two different sets offootsteps, one coming close to the side of the bed and the other moving to. Had I been unconscious all that time? No, that was impossible anyway, because surgery wouldn't account for my being some eight inches shorter. There was no way they could do THAT with surgery. Bonifaccio had said something about his grandmother's special recipe. Could there be a drug or potion or something that would do this? That seemed no more possible than surgery, except that the evidence was in the mirror in front of me.My mind was now racing so fast, I could hardly concentrate. How was I. You try to kiss me but I turn away. "What's wrong?" you ask. "What's wrong? Seriously? I know what you did!". I am replying furiously. "I don't know what you walk about?!" you say with a puzzled look. "I know that you fucked your ex. Did you really think you'll get away with it?" I snap. "I'm sorry" you say avoiding eye contact with me. "Please, please don't leave me" you beg. I laugh. "No. What i will do is teach you a lesson!" I move closer to your ear and whisper in it: "I will tie you up. There is a drop cloth on the floor, something a painter would use. There isn't much furniture so it was either moved before we came, or this person lives very simply with only a couch, television and stand. He asks if I want something to drink I shake my head no but do not make a sound. I am looking around while my friend puts down the bags we have brought. My friend turns to tell me to take off my clothes and lay on the cloth so they can prepare me. I shake my head no. He asks if I have.