She moved to rub her eyes, but was unable 2 move her arms. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from a candle lit in the bathroom, shining a...sensual orange light into the bedroom. She glanced in the direction her arms were pulled and noticed they were tied together and attached to the bed post. She began to panic, before she heard a soft husky voice in her ear. "Relax, my Queen. Everything is fine. We are going to continue the games." She looked toward him, and could only make out his. The three former lighthouse keepers inhabited the cottages alongside it at a peppercorn rent and eked out an existence on their pensions and money gifts from tourists.It was a pleasant sunny afternoon and we lingered. When I asked our guide if we might see the interior of his cottage he was quite amenable. It was a charming and neat little place with gilt-framed oleographs of ships in storms with inky-black clouds.A portrait which interested me more stood above the mantlepiece and showed a. She wore no hosiery, and I was mesmerized by the pale, light tan sole of her well-formed foot. Through the slit I saw that her upper legs were smooth and supple, though well developed – not unlike those of a former athlete – and unblemished in their dark color. It was one of those dreamlike instants that a bachelor might muse about in a free moment, when he’s kindling fanciful, sensuous feminine images, as opposed to thinking about some rudimentary task during the workday. Regardless, I. ”Amenthia sighed and replied, “It will still take at least two weeks of rest and medication to get your wounds closed properly, ending the damage over time, that you are suffering. Once that occurs it would be very easy to get you back to full health, though we have no idea what the lasting effects will be from this. The scars from your punishment will still be there and - I will not sugar coat it, Pathios - some of them look pretty bad. I am not sure when, or if, you will be allowed to go back.