I had never seen him so angry.“Yes Daddy.”His voice was dark. “You little whore.” You are rubbing your cunt right now?"I was starting to cry.�...�Yes Daddy.”“No, You say it, tell me what you are doing.”“Yes daddy I am rubbing my cunt.”He moved so quickly pullling my panties from my waist and down off my feet. Pulling me over onto his lap my bare ass exposed he raised his hand up high he slapped my bare skin.“You little whore, you are in here rubbing your cunt and you are going to lie to your. Jun and I will find a way to get out of it. Let me know when they get here, and we'll use you to coordinate with them, if we can.''Okay, Darren.'I kept a thread of my chi extended to Steph, but it was hard work communicating that way, so I left it dormant and started exploring the doors to our prison. I could detect hints of the mechanism through the minute cracks around the edges, but it wasn't until the inner door opened that I managed to see that it was operated by a system of counter. Back in the car, Laura made notes as to what each of us had seen as we followed Mr. Husky to the next house. We stayed in the car, using every second to further discuss the first house until Mr. Husky motioned for us that he had cleared our tour of the house with the tenants.After visiting the fourth house Laura was thanking Mr. Husky for the tour when he stopped her, saying that we had not seen his treasure, the house he occupied. Laura declined to look at his house, saying that she was sure. Even her twin sister Rosalyn, who'd gone somewhere this morningwith Ron Winslow, had somehow managed to avoid being roped into theattic cleanup detail.And yet, something still didn't feel quite right. There must besomething wrong, but whatever might be wrong just couldn't be overlyimportant. If it were important, then she'd certainly know what wasbothering her.Even looking at herself in the mirror didn't make the odd feeling ofwrongness disappear, even though she was just as she'd always.