He came in, turned me around and manacled my hands behind my back, then pushed me down on the bed. "Good night," he said, then turned the light to lo... and left.I lay there for a while, bound to the bed by a short chain hooked to my neck, and with my hands behind me, thinking of the day and what was to come. The problem with that line of thought, was that I had no idea what was to come. Exhaustion took over shortly and I fell into a deep sleep.---------------The next day, I was treated to a. There we all were in our Guides uniforms, all smiling and full of hope and expectation for the future. I could even remember the names of all the twenty-two girls.My best friend was Dee. We were in the same class at school and went just about everywhere together. Hence our nickname, the twins. Even now when I think of our first summer camp, I still feel a degree of excitement. Imagine it, a group of schoolgirls spending a whole week living in tents and not only enjoying the countryside but. It was on the back of his business card, Jake Baylor, Personal Protection & Security. On the back he had written, Jenna Albertson, PsyD, and a phone number.“Call her, Lara. Please. She did wonders for me.” I did.“How is it that you know Jake Baylor?” I was sitting across the desk from Dr. Jenna Albertson in her office, which was cloaked in subdued lighting. When I called Dr. Jenna Albertson’s office to inquire about a preliminary appointment, I was shocked that I could get in to see her almost. I miss his ENORMOUS capacity for warmth and affection after all.That said, I've been a bad girlfriend and haven't responded much to endless loving if not terribly articulate texts and voicemails over the past few days. But in my defence, it's Freshers' Week here at the university so I've been looking for ways to have my outlook expanded. That's what I'm here for, to get properly stretched as a person. The Freshers' Fair was amazing. I got talking to all kinds of interesting people. Like Cameron.