.. drugs and an alcohol fuelled car crash. His Sylvana unable to accept and blaming him had fought and lost to passon five bitter years later. Fifteen...years of guilt and anguish eating athis soul. Until the clench of pain had caused him to fold in half andturn white as a dead fish as the stab hit his gut. Tests, indignity uponindignity. Then a verdict. Passionless and direct. Cancer. Inoperable.Options... all refused. And now pain was a constant, but probably notfor long. She glanced at him. Tape. Check. Needles and syringes. Check. I think everything is here? She looked up and saw she was on the tenth floor and quickly switched her shoes to her white Dr. Scholls shoes, and inwardly sighed as she picked up her shoes as the elevator dinged to the 14th floor. Her cell phone beeped shrilly and she realized that she had forgotten to turn it off. As the doors opened, she reached into her bag and stepped out of the elevator. Instead of meeting air, she met a body. Kiara cried out, and. In front of her bedroom mirror, she stripped to her black string panties and smoothed her hands over her bare bottom cheeks. Tomorrow night they'd carry red cane marks advertising her shameful disobedience, not from Miss Roberts, but from Mark, her boss. Clear evidence of her serious disobedience, and visual proof she hadn't escaped punishment.Hot shame drenched her and rammed her hand into her string. Pressing one hand against the wall mirror, she circled her clit fast as she watched herself. A wide basalt walkway through a pit of fire in a cavernous hall was not exactly what he expected, but not altogether unsurprising either.The main entrance was two large double doors made out of a dark red metal. The metal was warped in places as if by very high temperatures. When he slipped through and saw the room on the other side Phil understood why. The heat hit him first. The rest of the castle was pleasantly warm. Warm enough that Phil never felt a chill despite his nakedness. Rosa's.