Looking down at the floor. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, ...e usually uses body language, or signals to communicate with me. He speaks now and then, particularly if I’m really good – or really bad…I can’t look at him either, not his eyes. I’m not worthy. I will look at him if he asks me to, but not unless that happens. I watch his feet approach me, and stop infront of me briefly, his eyes burning into me. He then. Jessica waded my way, as I tossed Kristie’s bikini bottoms on to the brassy knoll and a bush next to the pool. Jessica continued her path in my direction. Kristie circled around behind me and headed my way as well. I tried to fight them off, but I couldn’t and in a matter of minutes, I was void of my underwear, which joined Kristie’s underwear on the same bush. I turned my sights on Jessica. She swam for the side of the pool. I caught her leg as she tried to pull herself out of the pool. I. She had thought that she would die that day and had faced disappointment greater than anything she had ever felt when she hadn't. She had tried to push him into killing her that day, had tried to fuel the rage that the knife brought despite the immense amount of pain. She just wanted it over, the battle of wills had been won, she had been defeated. But he had left her, returning later, once more in control of himself, to wash her wounds with care and kind words that only made losing worse.She. Instead, I looked around, wondering where Erica was. She slid a hand across my cheek and made me jump. She giggled and took the seat next to me. "Hey, Tiger." She gave me a quick peck on the lips and pulled out her notebook and voice recorder. "How did the video come out?" she asked.I shrugged. "I haven't had a chance to watch it yet. I went and bought a new desk and it's turning out to be more complicated to put together than I thought. Hopefully, I'll have a chance to look at it today."She.