The kids were fed and happily playing with toys or watching tv. That's when my uncle had called me into his room.He was freshly showered and was only ...n a towel. I took a moment to admire his body. His chest was smooth, perfect little nipples, gorgeous six-pack, and wondrous pecks. He asked if I would climb under his bed and pull out his fancy leather shoes because his back was hurting.He had a business meeting that day so his attire had changed from his normal uniform. I was impressed that a. Chained up! It wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, since he could rest chin and chest and flex his legs enough to keep the circulation going. But, he was in bondage. A captive. In a dark cellar. A dungeon!A creak of an opening door. The light blinded him. "Hör' zu," the voice said. "Liss-ten. Vee holding you prison. Hostage, maybe. Let you free if police let free Gudrun." It was a low-pitched woman's voice. Ominous, threatening, but promising... what?Four walls. Crumbling plaster revealing dirty. He did, pulling back with a shattered breath. The trembling increased.I swallowed, trying to get some moisture back into my mouth. All I wanted was to throw myself into his arms. I resisted. Mental images of myself, at home, alone, broken, flashed through my mind, followed by memories of me sobbing into my pillow after the first time I accidentally allowed him to sacrifice himself in the game to kill the Archdemon. At last I realised just how truly selfish I was. I wasn't saving him. I was. She passed her high school classes based solely on the fact that her teachers, all men ,greatly appreciated the opportunity to gaze upon this beautiful doll, and passed her despite the fact that she never did any work. Occasionally she would bend over in front of them in tight jeans or a short skirt, or wink at them. This was all the encouragement her teachers needed to want to help Jenny in any way they could.Another fact contributed to Jenny’s dulled eyes: she was drunk. Quite drunk, truth be.