“It’ll be great to be able to get out of bed and pee like a normal person, again.”Jake kept nervously chattering about every little thing he cou...ld think of. Frank knew it was because he was worried sick about Béla.“She’s all right, Jake,” Frank said, quietly for probably the fiftieth time. “I saw her drive away. She’s probably up at the cabin, recovering from her own wounds. She’s been on her own for a long time. She knows how to take care of herself.”Frank didn’t suspect that, for most of. The hallway was dingy and long, and anticipation built in her as her Master led her to her fate, her breath coming hard and fast, her stomach quivering, doing flip-flops of dread and desire. Then she was led through another door, and she saw table legs, and chair legs, and the shoes of men, and heard the murmuring of voices and it felt like her heart almost stopped before starting to pound in her ears, almost drowning out all other noise, her will leaving her, all thought leaving her, time. Then glancing over at my front door it was cracked open, which was odd. I knew I closed it earlier, or did I. I was beating myself up trying to remember if I did or not. I shut the door and locked it this time. Now knowing that it was secure.I went back into the kitchen and ate a couple more grapes before putting them back into the fridge. I started to walk to my bedroom and then I heard a creak from the floor board behind me. Just then a strong pair of hands grabbed me. Then spinning me around. .for his own sister?Although it momentarily made me feel alive, I chalked it up to the emotions of the moment and let it pass.But to me, Jack had effectively proven that even HE didn't care that much about me by agreeing to get the drugs for my overdose. I'm certain I'll go through with it, and teach them all.So, on this hot and humid August night, just two weeks shy of my eighteenth birthday, Jack came into my room around midnight.We went through the checklist: Will, note, personal.