" Matthew...really, this is getting on my nerves, hand them over or I'm going to make sure you regret this," Mom said, with a level of frustration I'd...rarely ever heard.I knew I'd pushed this too far. Dominique was controlling me even when she wasn't around. Not only did she tell me when I could masturbate and when I could cum, but she now dominated my dreams. No aspect of my life wasn't starting to have her in it. The thought of her controlling me so completely scared me, but also thrilled me.. I slept in the next morning while Carrie went to work. Of course I relived everything that happened the previous night. Of course I jerked off a couple of times, trying to expand on reality by adding fantasy activities including me.When Carrie came home, she uncharacteristically poured herself a glass of wine instead of the juice she usually had. I was making dinner and reached a stopping point so I could sit down and rest my back. As I sat, Carrie came in from the bedroom where she usually. Wrapping her palm around Angel's fingers to give them a tight squeeze. Staring down at their locked fingers, she remembered the last time Angel had held her hand with such tightness and ferocity. It had been the night that she'd been transformed. Although it had only been a couple of months ago, it seemed like a lifetime. That night was nothing but vague memories of pain and bitter cold. Bryce held her in his arms. His blood had turned her into what she was. But, it was Angel's hand holding. The room was divided into two parts. One was a gun range. The other had four heavy training bags hanging from the roof."How's this?" Kevin asked as he reached over and picked up a pair of boxing gloves. Turning he handed them to Sammy, and said, "Each bag will act like a human when you hit them. They will fall back if you hit them with a combination of hits.Sammy looked at the gloves and then the bags. She started grinning, that turned to laughter as she took the gloves. Pulling them on, she.