It was a letter from the University of Moncton. Lynn walked to her living room as she read through the French print carefully but she didn't have to d... so twice. Her expression went blank. It wasn't a simple acceptance letter, but a confirmation of enrollment and start date for the fall semester. Before she realized it, her heart suddenly sank. "I'm gone in a month." Lynn jumped back, her eyes wide as she glared towards her back door. She gasped, "Adam! Wha-what..." Adam stood on the other. Enlisting the aid of one of her doctoral thesis students, Amelia, further sleuthing uncovered other women across the country that had experienced similar incidents, and of those that allowed themselves be placed under hypnosis, all had revealed the same proclivities and tendencies! Having gathered enough information from victims interviews, Internet research from accounts that could not be fully discredited and what finally nailed it, 3-D laser enhanced morphological and anatomical analysis and. "Well, what are you both waiting for, come on inside and we'll talk." As Jane started toward the house she heard her brother's voice, "Don't tell mom anything, remember I still have that tape." But Jane knew it wouldn't be that easy, that she would have no choice except to answer whatever questions her mother asked. Obviously, Dennis was too stupid to realize that, and that thought made her feel happy for the first time in days. Once inside, her mother had him take her bags up to their room. She was screaming into the gag now, the pain intense."What, bitch, did you think your fucking Master was really coming?" he shouted at her now. He wanted her to know there was no help coming. He wanted her terrified. He wanted her to piss on the floor. He gave a really crazed laugh. He sounded, and probably was, demented.It started to draw a crowd. This jaded collection of thrill seekers could sense something special was about to happen, something unstaged, unplanned, maybe even non-consensual..