Sally started with, "well, I have been thinkin'. I would kinda like to just continue at our old school."Bridget chimed in with, "ya, we know everyone ...here and we wouldn't need to make new friends." Well, there's one thing ya'all haven't thought of," I said. "Sooner or later, your mom is gonna get out of jail and she'll probably come lookin' for you. Do you really want her to find you?" I never thought about that," Sally said. "She's probably gonna be really pissed about all of this." Couldn't,. Now she was just a shell of her former vibrant self. Given Melissa's choice of boyfriends, Brianna was pretty sure why.She hazarded a glance at the arguing pair. Tyson was shaking his head emphatically and saying something to Melissa. Her head was down and her face was streaked with tears. Brianna wasn't surprised to see the look of disgust on Tyson's face. Rape them, then forget them was his M.O.What Brianna couldn't figure out was what changed overnight. Yesterday, Melissa walked meekly. She looked up from her bowl as he entered and smiled up at him.“Hey, sweetie,” she said. “I made you a plate. I hope that’s ok.”He walked over and kissed her on the forehead before seating himself.“Yes, just fine, thank you,” he said. He had a very brief pang of sorrow; the boyfriend/girlfriend breakfast-at-the-table scene reminded him of breakfast with his wife. The fact that Emma’s cute, naked body was in front of him made him feel like he was cheating somehow.Except that he wasn’t. He shook. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion could be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity became detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very logical choice.After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a point were she was satisfied I was subdued, she led me from the punishment room on a leash. Heavily chained I crawled.