" I said blinking slightly at my coarse words."I think you need to relax master! I have to convince you of something." She said but there was somethin... in her tone that I began to wonder about."And what is that Pauline?" I asked her a dark feeling starting to settle on my shoulders."Well I think..." She began and then there was a stabbing pain in my leg, I pushed out with my hand and struck her, or rather she moved just as my hand reached her. "This is for your own good Master." She said but. "Not a thing, I'm afraid." Exactly why I came," he said, beaming. Perfect--perfect... Now to add one more big lie to all the others I've been spreading, so far. "You see, Carla, I'm like you. Alone. I'm a widower." Oh, Mort how sad."He sighed painfully, thinking of the fictitious death of his wife-- and hoping that Agnes would kick the bucket in reality. "Yes, I've raised Eddie alone for three years now. Cancer." How terrible." Some of her resistance melted as she looked at his sad, handsome. As it was slowing down, Ibby was watching with bated breath. 13, 20, 11 … the next number was 200, but fortunately the wheel went one notch further, landing on 18. Ibby breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m afraid that Ibby’s gamble didn’t pay off”, Mr. Barton announced to Ibby’s horror. “Instead of ten, each member of the audience will give her 18 lashes.” Ibby started crying openly, as the first ‘volunteer’ to whip her pussy, actually the father of one of her friends, moved into position. Carl. His task was to cause them to have a wreck, hopefully a wreck that is fatal to some of them.Eli didn't know when a Dream would come to him or the tasks that would be given. He tried to seek the Dream a few times when he thought he needed guidance. The only results had been nightmares for weeks. The nightmares worse than his normal night terrors that he had learned to live with. The Dream was always powerful and compelling when it bloomed in his mind and it left no doubt as to what his actions.