’ Drake also noticed a scar on his chest. Looking closer, he realized it was in the shape of a dragon. ‘What is that?’ He asked, pointing at it.... ‘It’s an ownership brand. Every slave gets two- one on the chest and one on the shoulder blade.’ Drake stared at the man, once again terrified of what was happening to him. ‘Every slave is branded, has two of their bottom teeth pulled out, and has metal plates inserted into their sac.’ Riley went on. Drake felt a panic attack come on. ‘Wh-why. "Here, smoke a little. C'mon." She held the hand- rolled cigarette to Chris's lips; first the blonde turned away, but then when it was obvious that Sandy would persist, she reluctantly took one tiny puff. A tingle of warmth followed the sweet-smelling smoke down her throat and along the nerve channels of her body; just the one puff was enough to bring a wave of relaxation to her excited body. She felt her mind loosen as if obeying some secret command; another, deeper drag followed, then still. "I am a runaway and I just can't do this anymore", Courtney said. "I'm going to turn myself in". I was flabbergasted! I had always suspected that something was amiss about her, but I guess I let myself just believe her since I cared for her so much. But this revelation truly floored me. I took her to the hospital as she had asked. When we arrived, she said,"I really don't know what to do". I told her to just tell the receptionist what she had told me and they would take it from there. I hugged. I just agreed with her and said that a break would be good. Sal’ finished the martini and went upstairs, unbuttoning her clothes as she went. She climbed the stairs slowly, tired out and depressed. I gave her five minutes, time to get into the bath then went up to her. “Want another drink?” I asked. “Oh yes please. Just one more before I finish the bath and go to bed” I brought up the drink and quietly sat on the stool beside the bath, just watching her quietly, as she lay there relaxing, eyes.