It turned out to be the exact same crap that was on every TV in every other town, so he turned it off. Instead, he plugged his ear buds into his compu...er, selected an album of soft rock from his collection, and started the new novel he'd downloaded a few days earlier, Steven King's "Mr. Mercedes".He was wishing the motel had an Internet connection, but it didn't. He would like to have done a little web search to see if there was anything about a death in the news from the city he'd just left;. " She blinked at me, not certain whether to believe me or not. "Get the fuck inside," I snarled, grabbing her arm forcefully. "I didn't take you up here to stand out in the fucking forest." Why are you doing this?" Catherine asked, her lower lip trembling.I made a show of considering her question. "Why? I'm doing this because it's time you surrendered to your true nature, Catherine. It's time you learned to obey your man, your master; it's time you learned that you are nothing more than a dirty. He fucked me three times that night. The entire time he called me a slut, a fuck pig, a cum dump and told me that from then on he was going to fuck me whenever he felt like it and then he asked me if I understood that I was now his full time slut and I said yes. He made me admit that I was his slut and then he sent me home."All the way home I wondered why I was letting it happen to me. It was almost like I was hypnotized. He told me to do something and I just did it." I think you are using the. My hands clenched, my desires burning so hot for her.“I have to use the restroom,” I squeaked, popping to my feet.“Kay,” Lana said, still looking at her phone.Mrs. Teller just smiled at me. Then I fled, my bare feet slapping on the wooden decking around their pool as I raced to their house, pushing open the sliding glass door and darting inside. It wasn't much cooler indoors. Like most houses in Western Washington, the Tellers didn't have AC.My feet slapped across the hardwood floors as I raced.