‘Wha—’ ‘How do you do it?’ he asks as they come face to face. His breath close to her face is returned by her ragged on his. ‘Do what? ‘...ot be scared.’ ‘I find it hard that you are, Mr. Macho,’ she says smiling for the first time in many days. ‘Oh I’m scared, you can believe that,’ he says in a voice that only confirms the words. ‘We’ve seen some shit, but whatever the fuck that is it’s entirely something I’m seriously fucking scared shitless of.’ ‘Well I would never have guessed that of you,’. I sent my wife a message saying that for no reason she most not to get the mail from the mailbox. She said okay. So I did this for three weeks once a week. And then I jumped to my other victim, I did the same tactic but I also told him to put the envelope in my mailbox, he told me that was going to put $1300. Dollars in the envelope and that I had to give him all the pictures which I agreed but I don't know if he is stupid or dumb that he believes that I didn't keep any of the pictures. After. Now, put David to bed and call Peter. Then call me and tell me everything.”I waved to the departing car for longer than was necessary then shuffled David inside.“Right, Mr. stinky. Into the shower with you then it's bedtime.”“Okay, Mum.”I tidied up my bedroom and did my best to remove any traces of what had happened while David was in the shower. I then sat on my bed contemplating all that had happened this weekend. I was still deep in thought when David came in and sat on the bed next to. It would be tomorrow morning when Maryreceived the next visit from anyone at all, and that would be the slave sentto feed her. And what food! She'd expected to be fed the same stuff as thedogs, and so she had for the first few days. But then her daily meal had consistedof a thick, sour-smelling porridge, coarse, tasteless and gritty, along withuneaten scraps from their meals. She remembered her disgust and horror at theprospect of eating the smelly mess the first time the tall slave had.