All eyes turn and voices erupt as the fourth and final candidate rises up behind the stage… his body lurching and tossing about as the crude pulleys...propel him forward. ‘or will our gracious lord have mercy upon this soul-less one? One known to the church as a proponent and master of the black arts?’ The crowd stills as thousands of minds take in the meaning of these few words… then erupts again as the speaker chortles ‘would you?’ She laughs and rejoins her voice to the crescendo as she looks. “If you want to submit, you’ll learn to appreciate what you are given and eat like a dog,” Mike put his foot on the back of her head and pushed it down into the muck.My daughter usually left at least a third of her food in her bowl. That was before she gave up her freedom. That was fine with Chastity and I because it meant more left-overs. Mike told her whatever she didn’t finish would be lunch – but it would be left out in the sun.To her credit, my daughter did her best to clean the bowl. We. I must admit they looked good all big and shiny under that oil. I was sipping a glass of wine when I heard him pull up, but per his instructions I just laid there soaking in the sun. I was sleeping on the outside, but the thought that someone else might be watching had me getting a little wet. I had positioned my lounger so that I could see the glass doors of the patio out of the corner of my eye, and since I had my dark shades on I doubted anyone would see if I was looking at them. I. I'm serious--a few Cokes in the afternoon will keep me up all night, whereas a cup or two of coffee before I hit the sack usually ensures me waking up bright and early. Great alarm clock, right? Well, sort of--I wake up, but getting out of bed is another thing altogether.After eating breakfast, I decided to let Maddie sleep a bit more. Plenty of time between now and the concert, I thought. Flipping on the TV, I took in a few cartoons, then switched over to HBO to watch 'She's the One.' Nice.