“He makes spaghetti with ketchup,” I complained.Brook looked at me in disbelief.“He really does,” Cassidy confirmed. “You’re lucky I’ve ...roken him of making it with hot dogs.”Brook shuddered. They gave me no sympathy and dropped me off.When Coach Hope opened the door, I smelled pizza. He gave me a curious look at my obvious relief.“What’s that look for?” he asked as I came in.I saw Ty, Wolf, and Tim in the living room.“Cassidy said you were making spaghetti with hot dogs.”He laughed.“That. He hooked them to their collars and led them back to the main dungeon room. Jim pointed to the blood and other debris Sandra had left. "Trina, clean that mess up. You'll find cleaning supplies in the last cabinet. Be sure to use lots of disinfectant. Cindy, over here please."Jim had Cindy stand at the end of a padded table that came up to just under her pussy. Gently, he turned her and laid her on her back. He secured her with a wide leather strap around her torso. As she lay back, her feet. He nearly made the mistake of calling her by her real name but managed to avoid doing that in the nick of time.Ivy continued watching the film, oblivious to him. He thought that she was listening to him but ignoring him on purpose. He hated this. He hated it that she was not even responding to him.Charles left the lounge and went down the hall, towards the kitchen. He turned on the light switch inside the kitchen. The kitchen light came up. It was bright yellowish-white neon light. He was glad. She sent me a text and asked if I wanted to go over for breakfast.Instead of texting back, I rang Dot. "Hi, Dot. Why are you awake at this time?" I can't sleep, but I didn't mean to wake you."I told Dot I was awake too. I wasn't, but I didn't want Dot to think she had. Dot told me she had been shopping, but she wouldn't tell me what she had bought. She had had lunch in town and met a young man in the cafe. "It was busy," Dot said. "He asked if he could sit at my table. There weren't many seats.