It was probably her father’s greatest disappointment that his sons never turned out like he wanted. Karen was frustrated that her father’s disappo...intment overlapped onto her when she showed up hat in hand, asking for a place to stay. She left rather than stay with them and face her father’s look of consternation and disapproval.She was re-thinking that decision now. She might have preferred living with her parents had she known that her options would finally be limited to living in this tiny. By morning, I had latched ontothe strangest plan possible. Three days after I had first stumbled off intothe darkness, I was back getting a tag from the guy at the dressing areaentrance. Fortunately, Room 6 was open. I went inside, hung up the two pairsof pants that I had no intention of trying on, and edged into the darkness.I had my shoes on this time, but it didn't make any difference in the tunnel.I couldn't hear any sound it all. Not even my breathing. Finally thatgrayness appeared at the. He told me to come in and as we walked in I sat down and he closed all of the curtains and said that ought to do it and pulled me up out of the chair by my shirt and I got scared as he said “did I ask you to sit down?” and in a high pitched voice I said no and he planted a kiss on my lips and soon after plunged his tongue down my throat and wasn’t scared any more. As I started kissing back he broke off and said do you play an instrument and I said guitar and he told me that I was going to. With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor, walls and ceiling were encrusted with untold amounts of blood and gore that the water hose in one corner had been unable to remove. The steel grates of drainage holes shone dimly here and there, some clogged with chunks of the latest victims that had yet to be cleared away.What looked to be upgraded versions of old torture devices re-done in steel.