Cindy knew her little game could only go as far as the frontdoor. Still wanting to hold her charge on a thin string, she gave himone final order. "I'm...going out to my car, if you're not in the backseat in five minutes, you're in deep, deep trouble for disobeying."With those words she walked out the front door leaving it wide open.She wondered if he really would come out and get in the car. Phil stoodthere, lost in limbo. What does he do now? He thought. He slowly creptup to the door and peeked. He wore a tie to work every day, not wanting things to get boring he had hundreds of ties.With a fist full of ties in his hand Daddy returns to the bed. He divided the ties up tossing them on either side of me. When he grabbed my hand pulling it too the bed post I jerked away. Anger flashed across his face for a moment, but he quickly calmed himself before speaking. "I can make it worse."I slowly reached my arm out and he tied me to the bed post. He quickly made his way around the bed tying me. Gwen delivered an extremely moving rendition of the song. He joined her for the chorus, the part that he sang solo the previous evening when Gwen became too emotional to continue.As he finished playing, Steve realized that Gwen had been absolutely unbelievable. Those in attendance were totally silent except for the many sobs that echoed in the church. It was a fairly large church and almost every Sparta high school senior was in attendance. It was actually slightly awkward because many felt. Surrendering had granted peace that I hadn’t felt since childhood.I was happy back then. Protected by my parents, free to run and play when I finished my chores. Father and mother sometimes went hungry, but I never did. Back then, I felt caged, and longed for my freedom. So I ran away, and spent years cursing myself for not knowing real freedom when I lived it. My life turned into a nightmare. I fought, when the adventurers that I thought were my friends betrayed me. I killed them all, even.