"Totally impossible. Still..."I got the ticket out and looked at it. I didn't remember one of the damned numbers they'd flashed up on the screen, so I...booted up my computer and went to the lottery web site. Did you ever have someone hit you in the stomach? Hard? Well, that's what I felt like. The numbers matched. Every damned one of them matched.I must have checked those numbers ten times and every time they matched. I had no idea what to do next so I started scanning the web site. I'll have to. A pretty brunette was pulling herself onto the stool beside me. "What did you say?"She looked me directly in the eyes, and said, "I asked who owns you?" In a lower voice, she added, "Slut."I gasped slightly at the last word, but met her gaze, and asked, "What makes you think that someone owns me? Or that I'm a slut?"She laughed a little in a rich, low voice. "I'd say it's pretty obvious. Shall I list the reasons?" Please do."She spun her stool to face me more directly, and placed a hand on my. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Balen, and you my dear slayer are in hell. Welcome.”“That was some welcome. Leaving me hung up to for a few days. So you mean business. What do you want with me?” Buffy asked, trying to compose herself. However, inside, she was more shaken than any other time she’d been captured.“I’m glad you asked. I’m sure you are wondering why you can’t move. I control you now, slayer. If I wanted right now I could take you on the floor. However, I’m going to enjoy. “No, my baby’s father and I are not together. It’s a long story and this isn’t the place for it. Maybe another time,” said Tina with a smile. “You said you have a daughter?” inquired Ed. “Yes, she’s four,” said Tina, “I have a picture of her somewhere.” She rummaged through her purse and brought out a leather wallet with a plastic insert for photo- graphs. Tina handed Ed a picture of herself holding her daughter’s.