He was ruining her life. She could be traumatized if she ever came out of it.Yet thoughts of her obedience aroused him further, even as terrible as it...felt to desire it.He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I'm over-thinking this," he said in a soft voice. "This is no different from getting aroused at cheating on a wife or girlfriend. You just don't act on it. Whether I want to act on it or not is irrelevant."He had taken to talking to himself, as he no longer trusted which thoughts. Standing, I turned to flush the toilet and reached down to pull my panties up.As I did, the toilet door opened. I froze in shock. In my haste to go for a pee I’d forgotten to lock the door. I was so petrified I couldn’t move, not even to look around to see who it was. I heard movement, the door closing, and the click of the lock. The next second the light went off. I heard myself moan in panic and the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears, hardly being able to breath. I turned, but. I swear I hadn’t felt this nervous about putting the moves on a girl since I was in grade school. Actually it wasn’t so much the question of whether I should kiss her or not, as I knew I shouldn’t. For whatever reason, Bree was clearly uncomfortable around boys, and I knew I’d be pushing my luck to kiss her. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I was this nervous about just giving a girl a hug at her door. What was I, eight years old? Fortunately, the whole problem solved itself as soon as. At the moment they showed multiple views of the woman they had seen brought in the cage. She was a tall, gorgeous redhead whose wild hair covered her face. Shari was shocked to realize that the naked woman was attached to the wall by a thick rope tied around both hands. It appeared as though she had complete freedom of movement other than that. Right now she was kneeling, resting against the wall. One of the TVs arranged on the ceiling showed her lips moving. She was speaking … and Shari could.