As a father, Ravi grew concerned. This was the first time his daughter was not confiding in him, and he realised something was wrong. Seeing that Nish... was hesitant, he decided to initiate the conversation.At her father’s insistence, Nisha confided that the director was unhappy with her recent work. The shooting was stuck at a scene because she couldn’t get it right. Ravi asked what had gone wrong as she was doing alright so far. Nisha told him that this scene was a little different.For this. "I lead that asshole right to my apartment and opened the fucking door for him," I said.She smiled at me and reached out touch my hand. "Mr. Carlisle, you're the victim here. None of this was your fault. We all tend to feel safe in familiar surroundings. You had no way of knowing this would happen." But it did happen. I failed to protect my wife," I said. "How the hell will I ever face her again? My carelessness led to what happened to her." I wanted to cry then but I couldn't do it with her in. She only complained once about a garment I selected. I guess that once she realized that if she complains she ends up wearing whatever it is she finds objectionable she decided to keep her opinions to herself. She never refused to wear or do anything I asked. I'm beginning to realize that I have a natural here. I won't go so far as to say she's enjoying this. But I'm beginning to suspect that, enjoy it or not, she's getting turned on by the way I'm forcing her to display her charms in. I gripped the steering wheeler tighter and went lead foot on the accelerator. “Mark, you need to slow down,” Ellie said calmly. “I, I can’t. I can’t slow down.” I was on the edge of losing it. “Mark, just pull over onto the shoulder or you might lose circulation in your hands from how tight you’re gripping the wheel. Just calm down, we’re fine, alright?” I pressed the break and glided onto the shoulder. Everything that had happened in the last few hours hit me like a ton of bricks. I stole the.