Every cop in the county knew the joint. It wasn't the paper on the windows kept them away; it was the paper on their palms once a month.We walked in a...d it was hardly any brighter inside than out. Just a couple of bare bulbs painted red over the old counter, now the bar, and a few flickering candles in the corners of the big room. The cigarette smoke and leftover turpentine fumes made a sweet-sour stench of a fog in which a few couples were groping each other on the dance floor -- a space about. As far as I could tell, who everhad decided to keep me locked away in a cocoon of perpetually darkness and silence, didn't have a set schedule. There was little to do, and on the dayswhen a lot of food was left, yes, I would play with it. A loaf of bread wouldbecome a puzzle for me. I would tear away large pieces and then spend blocks oftime trying to fit them back together again, try to reassemble the chunks backinto some semblance of the original loaf. Pretzel sticks would become. Karl rechained Dasha to the wall and then let Morgan down from her dangling position and chained her next to Dasha. When he went upstairs, Morgan immediately turned to Dasha. “How long have you been here?” she asked.When Dasha tried to reply, her voice came out in a harsh, painful whisper. She hadn’t spoken a work since Karl had kidnapped her.“About a month I think,” she choked out.“Have you tried to escape?” Morgan asked.Dasha nodded. “There’s no way.”Morgan stared at the floor, tears welling. She then told that her husband has gone to office and kids to office and her in laws to their hometown. So she was alone. I was so happy. Then she offered me water and i drank it. Then we went sat in front of computer. We sat on separate chairs and she started explaining. I realised it was a great chance to fulfil my dreams to bang Ramya. So i slowly put my hand on her chair and put my hand across her waist she didn’t say anything. Then i slowly moved my hand down and touched her ass. She then.