That always had a sinister ring to it." I agree, but the original idea was very liberal and progressive: to provide a place of peace and safety – af...er all that's what 'asylum' really means - for people with mental illness. The problem was that it was too easy to just tidy people away and forget about them." And this is... ?" Yes, this is an old country asylum."I chuckle. So have the original lunatics gone and been replaced with modern ones, I wonder? Looking at Corinne, though, that seems. I took off my jacket and laid it front of her. I didn't want her clothing soiled which might have caused others to comment. "Assume the slave position, Vanessa." She stared at me in wonder for a moment. I prayed I wasn't wrong about Vanessa. I realized I'd been holding my breath and slowly exhaled in relief as the older woman finally knelt down on my jacket and sat back down on her heels with her legs apart. She placed her hands on her knees and stared down at the ground; a perfect slave. You will be told where and when to sleep. Unless you are actually going to the office, you will remain naked at all times. You will eat when I say so."He turned and opened a door which led on to a staircase down into a cellar. Waving Helen through in front of him, he followed her down a fully carpeted and decorated staircase, closing the door carefully behind him. At the bottom of the stairs there was a short passage which led through another door into a large cellar which was luxuriously. Look I'll change," Fairuza begged."Fairuza this is already the second time you've said that and I gave you your chance the first time. You had your chance but you blew it. Please don't call me anymore and if you have any stuff at my place, I would be more than happy to bring it to you, but that is as far as I go," he sighed."If any of your stuff is at my place you better come and pick it up yourself, you asshole," she shouted at him. She started crying, covering her face for she was ashamed to.