The popularity and curiosity of Celeste was such that books sold by the truckload and ran into four new print runs. By the time the three females reac...ed New York Billie was one third of the way through her next novel she’d started two weeks after the bio entered pre-print stages. She’d resigned her library job before leaving for Houston because she had more than sufficient money to support herself. It was just a matter of deciding whether to stay put or to relocate. It was tempting to stay. And it was only then that she noticed her legs were tied up as well. A sudden feeling of helplessness hit her. She looked around the room. She was still in her own bedroom, in the safety of her own house, but she couldn't see her captor. Thinking he would come back soon, she tried to relax but seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours and there she was, naked, bound, and all by herself, or so she thought. Beginning to feel anxious, she began struggling against the ropes holding. I get out of my car and what stands before me is this huge mansion that was mainly white stone, but with a gold trim. It was amazing. I am then approached by a handsome tan skinned man with a shaved head and beard who I assume to be one of Ducati’s servants, “Good evening, I am Mr. Russo, Mr. Ducati is expecting you. Let me show you to your changing room. I’m led inside the house and down a long hallway to an elevator. Russo tells me, “Once you are in the dungeon, you are property of Mr.. I unclipped her wrists and pointed. “On your stomach,” I said. She approached the bed with slow steps, hesitating; but curious. “Yes, Sir.” She lay on the bed obediently, waiting for my next move. I chained her wrists to a metal ring in the headboard. She pulled at the chains experimentally but gave up when I sat on the edge of the bed. I rubbed her neck and shoulders reassuringly, massaging her. Her muscles were tense and I did what I could to.