" Right. Dismissed. Oh. I had better leave your room, hadn't I?"He came to attention, nodded to her, came about, turned the handle, and walked smartly...out the door. Once outside, he instructed the soldier, "Lieutenant Price's detention has been lifted. You may return to normal duties." Yes, sir." The soldier marched off.Colonel Reid ambled off, relieved to have seen that scene sorted satisfactorily.Esther sat down, finding her body still tense with the pressure of the last while, as she had. As she began to lay back on the bed, his hand snapped out and he snagged a nipple between thumb and forefinger, stopping her cold. "No, no, my dear, you're not going to get away that easily," he cooed as she reached to grab his wrist. He pulled her to her feet by her nipple; she had no choice but to move where he wanted her or she risked torn flesh, his grip was so powerful. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a nipple clamp off the bedside table and fixed it to her breast, replacing the hot iron. The Storm was restricted to the blue-colored spaces, while the Tree and Light were displaced to the gray ones.The Dead and the Torch moved by ‘flying’ in differing patterns. The Dead could move to any space that was two away, while the Torch jumped three, but only on a direct line (diagonal or file).Then there was the Mother, who could ignore the edge restriction and move in any direction, even ‘flying’ over other pieces. She was the chess Queen equivalent.Also, you couldn’t see the other. We were never sure they'd be able to find the cure. Hence the reason for the brain transplant. But recently, there was a cure found. And because of the pod's healing effect and the fact that the disease hadn't actually killed her, it means there is a chance the cure can help her enough to..." Steven said but froze."Bring her back?" I asked."Yes. However, it's just a slim chance. The chances are more likely that we'll only get research results to further study the cure," said Steven."So if it.