Unlike the beauty across from him, Gregg felt truly alive and fresh. Maybe it was the knowledge of what he was about to unleash on this woman who had ...aused his friends such grievous harm. Sitting in the windowless office, the picture of detached rationality, Gregg was reminded of the interrogation scene from "The Matrix" which Charli had forced him to watch last week. He knew he was supposed to sympathize with the hero, but right now he felt like an all-powerful Agent Smith! All he was missing. I’ve never attempted writing a story completely from Theia’s point of view before, It’s always just come easier to me writing for Beau. So here goes. Also stories will pretty much be in chronological order but not necessarily written order. They will be labelled in ‘Parts’. —————————————– ‘Oh my goodness, Beau, can I take this retched thing off yet?’ ‘Stop being so impatient, we’re almost there.’ I was ready to rip off my blindfold and force feed it to my dear fiancé. After two freaking hours. He had climbed high on his own two feet. He had noreason to follow their rules. His will to power gave him and excuse, anout, to do what he wanted. Spoon-fed by Kate, Mike ate it up. He WASpower, he WAS control and in so believing he was the perfect victim forKate's control.Somehow, all the philosophies and ideas didn't quite sync up, out ofcontext, but that was beyond Mike. The ideas where interesting and funand made him feel good about himself. And instead of thinking andreasoning Kate kept. He wanted to go off at this point but he was requested to go back to her mouth and continue his activities there. George was not going to be allowed to go off as he had all night to go. He had to stop when another bid was offered for $15,000.00. Sheila panicked when she heard another voice bidding for her and she recognized it. Of all the masters she served in the past year she never wanted to see this one again. He had the farm and it is where all her worst nightmares had come true. Master #5.