Drowsy clove scent in the air. The short-haired middle-aged white slightly dumpy (don’t fat-shame her don’t age-shame her) receptionist who had we...comed her in with professional courtesy but certainly hiding suspicions. Right? Anyone who needed counseling had to be suspicious. Had to be (weak. Unhappy. Unwell. Unable to cope. Unable to grasp. Unable to live. Another lunatic? Another weak woman?)Powerless. The girl was powerless. Against the man, against what he had done to her, against what she. Jennifer removed my bib, replaced my dummy in my mouth and took me out ofthe highchair. I ejected the dummy, that would only add to my babyappearance, but ejecting it did too. "WAS THERE NOTHING I COULD DO THAT DID NOT LOOK BABYISH," I screamedloudly in baby talk, again only adding to my baby appearance.Jennifer put me in the playpen in the lounge, poured baby toys in from abig box and went to find Susie. "THIS IS HOPELESS," I cried. How could I not look anything like a baby, Iwas in a playpen,. Atwood became hysterical, thrashing, screaming and pleading. “Oh, please, Massah’ Jason, don’t cut my balls off. Don’t cut me.” I held the knife, slowly turning it in front of Atwood’s horror filled eyes. Atwood kept pleading. “Please, Massah. Please!”. “Then you’ll never tell anyone I sucked your black dick?” “No, Massah’. Honest! I’ll never tell. I’ll be your best slave ever. Oh, Lordy! Please. There were alcoves in the walls and in it the dry rotten bundles and shapes of a dead semi humanoid species. This was unimportant to him and he had no intention to speak to the dead. He made many turns, descended several stairs and finally reached a larger room, dozens of candles and lanterns had been placed around a small version of the huge statue. It was cruder and made of rock instead of indestructible Uni metal. For most the path ended here and the members of a secretive sect worshiped.