" I can't , you think. Not when I'm here. My eyes want to squeeze shut and stay that way. Please don't make me . I feel your resistance, and I wait,...trusting you to overcome it on your own. "Yes." And you open your eyes, raising your head so that you can look right into my face and watch my every move. I turn and walk to the corner of the room where a low stool waits for me. I pick it up and bring it over, positioning it perfectly so that I can sit comfortably directly in front of your. “My name is Kristina Morays. I’m an art student.” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a. They unbuckled the leather gauntlets that had tethered her wrists, and she screamed as the blood rushed back into her hands."It will pass," Isobel told them gently. "And you will never have to endure it again."Without a word, the three girls looked up at her, their eyes wide with awe and adoration."Dress yourselves and take your sister back to her room," Isobel commanded them and all they wordlessly obeyed. Meanwhile Drizzle, comprehending what was going to happen to her once she was naked. We found a pot of coffee made when we got downstairs, and the girls were finishing the last of their laundry. They said they had eaten cereal earlier, but I invited them to share brunch with us. I cooked pancakes and sausage, and cubed a honeydew melon.I didn't hear anything but the clinking of silverware until Connie said, "You know, if you keep feeding me this way, I'm going to get fat."She had gained a little weight, mostly around her ribs and her boobs. I was glad the hollow spots on her.