This wasn't even the first time that the couple had watched the image of exactly the same thermonuclear explosion, although there were so many others ...hat could have been shown from either the last two nuclear wars or the current one. It might well be that there were other images that were somehow more dramatic, more evocatively posed or in some other way more striking. The most disturbing aspect of the image wasn't so much its cinematic or aesthetic qualities, but rather where it had taken. Ball gags weren’t as effective as silencing someone as say, packing their mouth properly, but they were deep inside a secure facility. The ball gag was more for Irina’s comfort, as well as to add to Stacey’s humiliation. A thick line of drool leaked from her lower lip, dripping onto the front of her blouse, all the while muffling her annoying pleas. Without a word, Irina shut the door behind her, then walked to a small metal table, which aside from the chair Stacey was bound to, was the. But I wouldn’t know otherwise, no windows in my cell. I sigh…if he keeps his word, I go home tomorrow…[i}...home…I want to go home…but…[/i]I shake my head and roll onto my back. Looking a the stone walls, and how odd this beautiful bed is in here, with it’s whiteness and comfort. I honestly expected to wake up on straw the way last night was going….ther’s even a shower in here…I sit up and notice my night shirt. Obviously a man’s. It fits me like a tent. But very comfortable. White and made of. The male seemed to like what was underneath. At first he had his hands all over two bumps he’d spotted. Then he leaned over and did something like the mouth-to-mouth thing, but on them. Judging by the look on her face, the female seemed to enjoy all this. ‘Psst. Hey, Bronson.’ It was Pasquale. ‘Yeah, what is it?’ Not wanting to miss any of this odd behavior by humans, he hated to look away. ‘You won’t believe what else that dude’s up to.’ ‘Wadda you mean?’ This time Bronson’s curiosity got the.