“My apologies, mademoiselle”, I grovelled.“Call me Apolline, you docile cretin!”, she snapped back.When I looked up from the old book, I saw h...r angry for the first time. Her fury was like no other. It spread her wings and bared her soul. Her unfathomable eyes seemed to gleam away all the light they ever drank, burning the whole world in unveiled dark truthes. She preached like a fiery priest, one who craved sacrilege. For her, fate was mediocrity but freedom was greatness. The King was a fool. Her aura erupts into the night. She feels her arm being pulled down hard and fast towards the bed. He stands over her. His arms guide down her silky skin and across her hips and to her thighs and she looks up curious and wanting, Jethro, she begs&hellip,please, no more games&hellip, she whimpers she cant hold it in much longer. He runs his hands to her inner thigh kissing right behind his hand. He creeps upward right before he reaches her sweet wet center. He runs along her hips hot spots on. Of course with 30+ acres of prime land, a couple of hundred yards of lake front, and the legal right to do almost anything he wanted on it, I'd dream big too.We were starting the shut down process, and dealing with a few issues around the place when we heard the bikes returning. It was hard to miss.The girls came traipsing along, discarding their clothing almost as soon as their feet hit the floor. All three of them. Then to my immediate disappointment they headed back inside the cabin. The. How are you suppose to react if your kidnapper suddenly all of a sudden claims to be God.After I quickly regain my composure I asked with no small amount of sarcasm, “What does your Almightiness want with this lowly servant?”[I AM SORRY TO ANNOUNCE THAT I WILL HAVE TO KICK YOU OUT OF MY COSMOS]“Huh?” I respond, once again completely caught off guard.‘This person genuinely believe he’s God.’ I realize. ‘I’m dealing with a complete nutcase.’“May I ask why?” I decided it’s probably safer to play.