Camera! I grabbed it, looked at the photos on it, realized I’d already copied them over to my computer, and formatted the card.I sat her on the side...of the bed. Arms and legs bound. Scotch tape went quickly back around her breasts, the clothespins resumed their position, and I stuffed her panties into her mouth.Then Viktor got nasty. ”We will now take some pictures to show your friends what kind of a slut you are.”And then... Then I saw fear. Real fear. Not the kind of ”I know it’s a game and. I can't believe that I fell asleep again and even slept like this. I walk in to the bathroom and turn on the water to the shower. I start to take my clothes off. I wait a couple of minutes and quickly pop open the door and jump out. "GOT YA!" I Yell. But there is no one there. I was hoping to catch my gremlin that keeps putting out clothes for me. I go back into the bathroom. Defeated and deflated. I press my ear against the door to see if I hear someone out there. The moment I think I do I am. . shit,” Chase mumbled, his voice momentarily dropping from a roar to a dull whisper. The furious, angry look on his face had started to melt away, replaced instead with slightly bewildered confusion. “This wasn’t how this was supposed to, um ... shit.” He rubbed the side of his head with the heel of his free hand, looking utterly lost and confused. Emily wrinkled her nose, smelling the whiskey fumes wafting off of Mr. Grant. She thought they might be strong enough to peel the paint off the. ”“You’re totally awesome. I appreciate the gesture.” Ray started up his van, switching on the headlamps because of the encroaching darkness. “But I’m still using the Lynx Dilon got me for Christmas. Must have cost him less than a tenner.”“I don’t mind. But I definitely need to take you shopping for a new wardrobe. A man should only own a couple of navy blue polo shirts.... Not a wardrobe full of them.”Ray snorted. He didn’t know if he should be offended or flattered that Zinaat felt concern for.