Returning to his spot behindthe chair, and puts a hand on my head, pulling me back into the chair.I feel the back of my neck more or less being guided...into some kind ofcontoured neck support. I feel a sense of panic as he pulls a wideleather strap around my neck, and I guess buckling it to the otherside, locks me in place in the chair. The strap was restricting, Icould barely move my head, but not to the point where it affects mybreathing.Next, another strap, I guess there are quite a few of. "I would love to continue this conversation, but I am a little tired and this chair isn't too comfortable. I should go to my room." "Oh... sure, maybe I can drop in after a while... I'd like to have a few more drinks though. What room are you in?" "Suite 1630... maybe I'll see you later then... good night." "Good night."You walk back to the lift... slightly uncomfortable... trying to shake off the images in your head... especially the persistent one of her spread on your bed, the sheets. " Waheed was unfazed. Headmistresses didn'tfrighten him. "My examination this afternoon suggests that her heartis noticeably weaker than before. We really need to do something aboutthat before it gets any worse." So when will you do it?" asked Annie in a small, sad voice."We should leave at least twelve hours after her most recent meal. Canyou tell me when she last ate?" We had breakfast together this morning," said Annie. "We finished atabout eight o'clock. She probably had a couple of. She worded a sentence in such a way that Beatrix not only foundherself motivated, but excited to practice her makeup and hair skills.But Daphne of course was feeling mischievous, and gave an extra command,"...and you find it embarrassing to be seen in public without your makeupand well-done makeup for that."Daphne saw the expression on Beatrix's face, not quite anger... more ofan outrage or shock. "That's not fair."Playfully Daphne defended herself, "It's good motivation, and also, I'mtotally.