"I mean Miss Reid. I'mwearing your belt now, please let me go!"Emma looked thoughtful. "Perhaps the time for calling me Miss Reid isover. Perhaps Mist...ess is a better word from now on." Please Mistress!" Yes, that's better."I must have sweated buckets over the next few hours alone. Throughoutthe day I heard people coming and going down the corridor outside but ofcourse I was in no position to call for help. All I could hope and prayfor was that Emma would be back before Jill otherwise I was. I can't remember where it was but it was very far and by a lake. It was hot and humid just like any other night. I wore a denim mini skirt which was probably about 7-8 inches above my knee, a white blouse which I unbuttoned at the top and an old pair of flip flops to top it off. Yes it was a very revealing outfit, but as I stated earlier I enjoyed showing off my hard work, plus the heat is a killer. So anyways when we got there everybody was having a good time and the party turned out to be. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong split open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated but alert enough to sense Madame was surprised by the damage. She dropped the whip and approached him. They stood there staring into each other’s eyes and finally Madame Wanda. "Jean and Scott don't know what to think of you, do they? Emma gave you the code name and you feel Jean resents it."Wiping a tear from her left eye and sniffling, Rachael nodded her head, "Yeah." You know, I can't think of any kid who can come up with a worse childhood to live through. I am sorry for you. How did you end up here?" I was trained to be a Hound for Sinister, I used my telepathic abilities to track down whoever he wanted. I was tracking one mutant, when the X-men showed up, well.