"Do you want to have more trouble?" Ruiz shook her head hard, "no, no Sir, no..." She got to her hands and knees, but still couldn't stand up. "Come o...," Peter said. Ruiz crawled to the wall and managed to get to a standing position. Her legs were like jelly, the knees and ankles watery, her skin on fire, her muscles useless."If you can get yourself back to your cage, we're done for the night," Peter said. "You have five minutes."Ruiz pushed herself off the wall and tried to stand but couldn't.. ”“Great. Movies? Concerts?” Nisha asked.“I’m more of a home and pub kinda guy. Sometimes we play pool.” I suggested. Adelaide checked in with a warm rub across the back of my neck. I squeezed her thigh and smiled.“Hey, you. You’re going to sit down and watch a show with Will.” Nisha demanded.“Am I? What show?” She asked. “I don’t like most science fiction besides Star Trek. Next Generation, not the original. But I’m willing to try anything.”“We’ll watch Barry!” I decided.“No, that’s him.” Nisha. There he prepared a light breakfast for the two of them. Normally he would have Helena preparing the meals, but as he’d said himself, she had been lowered in status from ?slave? to ?toy,? and toys by nature, were incapable of doing housework and chores. But that was alright, as he’d be making sure she did absolutely nothing for herself during their stay at the cabin. He prepared the two plates of fruit and toast, then made his way back down the hall to the bedroom. As he’d expected,. That was, after all, her plan. His first touch was deceptively gentle. His strong hand tenderly brushed one flame colored lock back from her cheek. The next sensation was pain as that same hand fastened around a fist full of hair at the nape of her neck. He roughly pulled her head back until she was forced to look at him. His dark eyes smoldered in barely checked ferocity. Her open palm cracked him square across the cheek as she strained against his grip. He grabbed her wrist and forced it to.