“Do you accept?”“Yes…. YES! I accept!” she replies. “Good!” I say while turning her back around and cutting the zip tie that was binding...her hands behind her back.“What were you going to do if I did not accept?”“Put you back in the trunk and send you over the edge into the 200ft deep rock abandoned water filled rock quarry over there.”She gives me a kiss and says, “thank you for freeing me from my family and offering me a new life.”“You are welcome. Now, drive the car over to the edge and let. (JACK FROST dances onto the stage)JACK FROST:Jack Frost's my name - a Winter SpriteIn whom the boys and girls delight.And where I dance on a winter nightI leave the ground all sparkling white.(A few dance steps)I freeze the ponds so hard and tightAnd firm and safe and sound and quiteAs hard and smooth as VulcaniteThat you can slide and skate all right(Dance steps)On window-panes I love to writeAnd draw designs with fingers lightUntil the glass is bright tonightIn frosty, fairy fancy. .. Just like you, I’ve noticed how… delicate the situation is there.Delicate is putting it lightly, we can’t get directly involved, we tried everything else, we've only got one option left.I know, despite our best efforts, this world cannot stand on its own, either we must introduce a new variable into it, or less we go to the Great Author and ask him to toss this aberration, and by extension the worlds that make it up, to the void of non-existence.That is not an option. Not yet, not until we. It represents and displays everything she has accomplished as my slave and through that, my pride and love for her. It represents every crack of the whip, every sensual moan, every tear we refused to wipe away on our alternate path in the mortal coil.It is her source of empowerment, her sole sense of worth and BEING. and I could give her no greater gift than freedom, a freedom that she does not want. Over her collar flows a tight brunette ponytail. Her dedication to perfection, there are.