A dusty cubicle. Walls whose decorative murals had long since faded. The altar, a simple block of stone with incised markings. Behind it, a shelf to s...pport small idols and icons.The altar! He rested his forehead against its smooth coolness, seeking again oneness with the universe."Ahh!" His cry was almost one of pain. Within his mind he sloughed off lingering traces of foulness, of disorder and distortion. This altar had been defiled! With fingers that trembled he fumbled within his belt. "Get closer," she commanded.We brought our bodies as close as we could get until our hips touched. At that point, she brought out of a drawer a pair of handcuffs and cuffed me and Mike to the bed. I couldn't move my right hand, and Mike wasn't able to move his left one.Erika got a whip out of the same drawer. She had a wild smile on her face as she said, "Jerk each other off!"I thought she was kidding, but then I felt the whip hit my chest and it left a red mark on my body. Mike made a painful. I looked up at the sky and admired its blue-ness. A blue marble with sprinkles of cotton white and green. I must have looked crazy because then, a face appeared on top of mine and it was a face I'd never forget. It was the face of a man. Of an angel. Of a god. I admired its rough and smooth looking skin. Its set of deep greenish blue eyes. Its-"Hey, girl," It said.Oh how smooth and velvety and warm its voice sounded. "Mmm. How nice," I mumbled out."Yes, I know, girl. I am a sight for sore eyes. "Going to steal my clothes now too?" Roger asked the hurt of betrayal still thick in his voice. Teresa jumped when he spoke and turned to look at him."How the hell could I do that when they're already gone?" Teresa snapped. Inhaling slowly she calmed herself."What do you mean?" I mean that Angie's already taken all your clothes and your father's too." Teresa said as she sat down next to him. "But that doesn't change anything. We're getting out of here." Why?" Because I don't trust them anymore..