“We’re different people, but we’re the same too. Like you said, it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins. Most of the...time we’re together, but sometimes we separate. Usually, it feels like both. If we concentrate and meditate we can fully combine, or fully separate. Divinations force him to separate. It’s not comfortable.”“Normally you are superimposed, but when I look at you with the Sight it isolates you both?” Alexandra suggested.“Yeah,” Caine nodded. “Good word for. "I... I guess," I said. "Wait - Helpme with the bra." Let me show you," she said, pulling out a light blue bra from her drawer."Find the top," She showed the shoulder straps. "Then twist it around soyou can see the clasp. Clip it, rotate it back around. Put your armsthrough the straps, pull up. Then you may have to adjust the boobs sothey're sitting nicely in the cups," She handed me the bra.I did as she told me. I clasped it, rotated it, pulled it up, put my armsthrough and adjusted it. I felt. Silent tears slid down her cheeks as he d**g her by her bonds through the dirt. Roughly, she felt herself lifted and set on a wooden chair as he continued untying her legs. The sting of the slap and ringing impact with the floor steadily reminded her to keep silent, as her mind desperately fought the panicked urge to scream or run. "What is this? What's he going to do to me? Oh Fuck! I have to get out of here."Drowning in horrific imagination, Seyla suddenly realized, his hands weren't touching. Well more specifically, it was all centered on the girl who hadn’t yet left his side through the entire event. This didn’t bother him much, he had always been proud of his brother and as equally in awe of this girl as everyone else was. Frank, the kid who the party was in honor of, kind of wondered deep down how his brother, Jason, could have ever gotten this girl all for himself. Not that everyone there didn’t respect Jason, in fact he had always been a source of pride for the family. He had.