"My master didn't treat me like a slave. He asked what I wanted. He was gentle a lot of the time. Actually, he was very much like your master is with ...ou. He was domineering sometimes, but he let me get away with things. It made me lose respect for him." First of all, it was a man?" Becky asked."Yes, ma'am," she said."Have you ever been dominated by a woman?" Becky asked."No, ma'am," Christine replied."Then why me?" Becky asked. "Why a woman now? And if you see the way I am as the slave, why. Over the years Tariq, as an international figure, had become adept at lying to large groups.The plan for India had been successful for the most part. Violence, however, still remained. His detailed lectures praised the Islamic Republic of Iran for sticking to its revolutionary principles. He further extended thanks to the university for creating the most righteous Muslims. The cloaked clerics congratulated themselves, despite the mysterious deaths of the lower ranked clerics.The university. Since this was a big one, she would need time to recover.Meanwhile, her kids were coming home early. Jayca went up to her father and asked “Daddy? Where’s Mom at?”“She went to your Aunts for the weekend, honey. ” He answered.Hearing this, the children decided to go find her mother. After walking for a few hours, they heard strange noises coming from the forest.“I think that sounds like a few drunk demons. Maybe we should go around…”“No, Shawn! Don’t be such a pussy, we will never get a chance. The woman that drank beer came up at that moment, I remember it distinctly. I was just thinking about turning to face the cigarette smelling woman when a strong hand reached out and grabbed the front of my throat. I held myself motionless, not knowing what to expect, and certainly not expecting the open hand slap that came or the next or the next. The not knowing made my heart race! For a moment my fear almost caused me to take off the blindfold, but you had told me to trust you and if I.