Then you hear someone walk back into the kitchen. Soon you hear someone else walk into the kitchen also. "What can I do to her?", the new voice says. ...Anything you wish, just don't kill her," said one of your captors. "Stand up slut," you hear the new voice say, then reach for your right breast and pull you to your feet by grasping it and pulling upward. Soon his fingers were playing with the nipples of each breast. He slowly teases them and squeezes them. Finally one of your captors said,. "You will not hit her again," my ally said, holding his opponent by the elbow.I couldn't see his face, but I had a clear view of Kevin's. Contempt blazed in his dark eyes. "Get your hand off me." Give me the belt." Fuck you."Brian laughed humorlessly. "No thanks," he said. "You're too rough for me." Yeah, I guess I am." Kevin cocked his head slightly. "Maybe you should leave and let me finish her." He looked at me. "Stop whining and spread your legs." You son-of-a-bitch!" Brian screamed,. “She” would be correct, “He” would be, too, as was “They” as my inner monologue had adopted for simplicity.Touch me, and know.I blinked, and though nothing else had shifted or changed, my God remained before me, yet now only two heads taller. All doubt as to appropriate conduct with Them was banished in that instant.I reached out, both with my hand and with ethereal tentacles, and connected with Their feminine right arm. Skin black as no human’s was black, but smoother than silk, like warm ice. Tim saw it. Made the remark, "This has Kimberly written all over it." In kanji," I said. I was loading up a plate. Chopsticks. Hashi. I can do 'em.I can also do champagne. Two, no THREE glasses, a number that I now draw as a red line. Tim cautioned me, but I know the whole 'alcohol is dangerous' thing. I wasn't driving. I was in the hands of somebody whom I loved and trusted and who would take advantage of me in lovely ways. And I wasn't going to get nasty drunk. I know what that looks like..