They began to go soft, then melt away, the metal flowing like liquid off me.I was free. I stood up, the bonfire blazing brightly around me. I stood at...its centre, the bright heart of the inferno.The fire was so intense that anyone looking would likely have seen only flame. The bonfire had seemingly been accelerated by my presence, nearly all the wood having been consumed. I looked out at the scene in front of me.It seemed the blazing inferno, and my silence, had made everyone assume I had. I was off balance, falling forward, not really able to maintain my footing on the high heels I was wearing. Once they had me down on the carpeted floor, they put something made of cloth in my mouth. It tasted of soap and was wet. I couldn’t make any noise at all louder than a grunt. There would be no calling for help. Holding me on the floor, they tied my hands behind me and in a very strange muffled sounding voice told me to “Stop kicking or I’ll beat you until you can’t move.” That was when I. Suddenly shy, she looked up and met his eyes and marvelled, once again, at their unique colour and the depth of expression in them. His smile reassured her and she watched, tranquilly, as he unbuttoned the neck of his caftan, then, with a graceful, panther-like shrug, let it fall to the floor. Underneath, he was naked. He was tall, and slim, and his body was practically hairless, only a downy crest of black curls at the base of his belly complementing the tumble of long tresses which fell to. " I'll go fix us one each then." as Joanne sat up and then stood up.As Joanne went to fix a couple of sandwichs and a couple of teas, I stood up and went to the table and sat down and watched Joanne fix our dinner.After we ate our dinner and drank our tea, I went out and checked on a couple of things that I hadn't checked on after the ice storm, due to being busy letting everyone know about Brenda being hit by a drunk driver trying to make one last beer run before beer sales were cut off at two.