"I sometimes wish you started earlier. That way we could spend more time talking without being interrupted," he said after a long uncomfortable silenc...e." What about the desk clerk?" Janice asked in a breathy voice as she moved in closer allowing her intoxicating perfume to envelope him."The only time he gets curious is after you arrive. If you parked in the backlot and entered through one of the rear doors he'd be none the wiser, "he said with his face just inches from hers."Seems like you have. ” He said almost gently. Dante turned and looked into Stark’s eyes. There was pain there he hadn’t seen before. He’d been like me. The realisation crashed down him. This man was a slave too. And look what it had done to him. Dante walked rigidly on, trying to hide the trembling in his hands and the light headedness he felt. Kage opened a black wood door with chipped paint and stepped into darkness. Dante followed in just as Kage opened some shutters on barred windows to let light into the dusty. Her torso jolted upwards in response to the pain, her scream muffled by my hand as I kept her head pinned to the table. Moans escaped the lips of most of the crowd watching. The sound of the zippering attracted a few more women since they obviously had heard that sound before. I, as well as the others, watched in fascination as the bruises developed across her breasts. They were small dashes resembling the lines of perforated paper, but turning from red to a deep blue. Her nipples were. Where's your list?” “Well… I really don't have one. I'm not much of a cook, and was thinking of fixing something... Italian. Do you have any suggestions, Miss?” "First of all, my name is not ‘Miss,' it's Carol, and I would be happy to help a fellow shopper in need.” "Thanks, Carol. You're sweet to help. My name is Chuck." He extended his hand and I did a finger shake. “Okay, Chuck, let's find you something Italian. We can't let you go hungry, can we?” I smiled. Now I was probably the last.