She had put a woven throw over her bed and there were a variety of ornaments and candles. There was a pleasant smell of herbs from a number of tubs of...potpourri. She wore a white blouse and a long flowing skirt which looked Scandinavian. I could see her white, lacy bra through her blouse. She was bare footed. ‘Would you like coffee or I have green tea if you prefer.’ ‘Tea would be great,’ I replied. I had acquired a taste for green tea during my industrial training period in Switzerland. Sylvia. There was no way she could make her son believe what exactly happened.So, mom just rushed and closed her bedroom door, telling me Athul had some urgent work, and he left in a hurry. I still remember standing outside the closed door, feeling that was very weird of him.My mom went back to him, looking flustered, thinking about how to get out of this situation. While mom thought of ways to make him leave, Athul had come out of the washroom and was now in my mom’s bedroom.“You want to have it in. If You are really the pitiless Mistress You claim to be, You might be able to force me to disclose my identity in full. Would this proposal attract You, dear Mistress C? Gaining complete control over me would be up Your skills and Your professionalism. Compromising information, photos and videos about me as usually requested for by Prodommes could be a fake. The interrogation as suggested is real. I can assure You that all information You will find out by grilling me can be verified immediately. He lay there in complete darkness thanks tothe latex hood over his head. Hard to breathe when only holes were cutfor his nose only, no mouth and no eye holes. When the vehicle stopped, his heart began to pound. He heard the dooropen and could feel himself being lifted in the box and then placed onsomething. Then he knew he was being wheeled along on a table orsomething, he heard the wheel squeaking and could feel the motion. "Put it there." The first English words he had heard for a.