They took me into my bedroom, and they tore my clothes off me..."Ned was turning into her street. He pulled into the space next to her car and simply ...topped, turning off the lights, leaving everything else running, not wanting to disturb her torrent of emotion and revelation."... and they tied me to the bed. Naked. And then they began to torture me. I screamed, I tried to fight them off, but there were four of them and they were strong. They gagged me, so all I could do was moan and try to. "How long does it take?" I ask."I'm not sure." She answers, running her hands through my hair while I'm still kneeling on the floor. "I don't think Harry ever ran it all the way down before." She steps closer, tucking the back of my head into the crotch of her shorts, massaging my scalp with her hands."It's not really fair, you know." She says, in an exaggerated pouty voice."What's not fair, Maggie?" I ask, standing up and turning towards her. I assume she means that I have the transmitter and. I felt a hand on my shoulder.“Are they buried here?” Tim asked.“No, I wanted this place to be the resting-place of their spirits. Their bodies still lie at the cemetery. This place is full of memories, and today I have come to add new ones. For me it's a magical place. I'll stay here for a moment. You don't have to if you don't want to,” I replied.“Alright then” Tim said “I'll be back at the cottage and preparing dinner. Make sure you don't come back too late.”After he had left, I took out. So she cleaned up real quick with some napkins and I pulled my paints back up and walked back to the bar with the bottle in my hand. Before I came around the corner and started to take the quick poor top off the bottle to clean her boss popped around the other door way. He was A big alcoholic and was always drinking during the day and especially at closing. He quickly said to me "Jagër aye?" Haven't had that in years! He always drunk Jack Fire. I tried to wipe the bottle fast as he was walking.