That meant her personal captor was a pervert and she put that in her memory to see if she might get some leverage from it later on.Of course, there wa... always the chance that they would just take them to a secluded place and videotape the removal of their heads for the good of the cause. That possibility brought to a screeching halt all her blindfolded speculation about her harsh treatment ahead. Any torture was far preferable to the ultimate separation of one’s head from one’s body.She heard. The changes made their way to my hands, which were no longer rough, butsmooth and soft, with perfectly-manicured nails coated in a light pinkpolish, matching the subtle color of my lipstick. I could feel my armsgrowing more lithe as the hair disappeared from them just as it had mylegs. My shoulders slimmed and my flawless skin looked even morebeautiful as the dress wrapped around my left arm and under my right. Ibegan to rub my hands against the fabric of the dress, pressing itagainst my newly. She smiled, walked up the three steps, across the small porch and inside. When she walked in, she saw Muhunnad standing to the side as she entered the dark, cool, foyer."Mr. Muhunnad, I'm Aggie." I remember you, princess," he said, giving her the once over and licking his lips. Aggie watched his meaty tongue glide over his thick full lips as his gaze bored into her. It was like he was looking into her soul. "You've changed, princess," he said, smiling at her. "Come sit and have a drink." He. Are you willing?’ My thoughts sifted through dozens of characters I had opened and shared my mind with. He was one of them, and what made it so frustrating was, I had always kept the same topic and theme with very little variation. What he told me was exactly what I did with him and many others online. Replaying that same scenario night after night. I suddenly felt as I did then, daring and allowing my restrictions to subside, yielding to the moment being created by pure fantasy. All in the.