I know it is time to write my story, I know that soon he will finish with me and my life will be over, it doesn't matter that no one understands this,... but I welcome that ultimate moment of release and I am ready. Last night we came so close to the end, my own sick pleasure almost sent him over the edge. Last night I lay in the bathtub, unable to keep myself from shivering but trying to keep my face so very still, doing everything in my power to achieve the look of death I knew he craved. My. After looking over my finances, I figured I could afford it, barely, if I didn’t eat for the next three months.I went online to my Credit Union’s website and applied for a Home Equity Loan of Credit to cover the costs, so I wouldn’t starve to death at a reasonable temperature. Once the Credit union approved my application, I signed both contracts to get the work started. Now that I wasn’t going to be fighting the local church mouse for crumbs, I went out and bought a few fans to keep some air. I had to get out and help the others if I could.I opened my eyes, but the darkness remained. It was like a veilpressed tightly against my face, without a single ray of lightanywhere. I tried to turn my head, but to no avail. There was nothingto see in this vacuum, and nothing to hear either.As my mind gradually cleared, I realized that I had to be weightless.I had no way of telling any directions apart or how my body wasoriented, except for the impression that my legs were stretched and myback. He clambered atop a chair and traced his fingers uponthe ragged cut, his mind meandering the many paths of mystery thatenshrouded Mason. Beside the cut were odd symbols. Was this where theseven lay? Had they died or lived here as bushrangers, building this placeas a refuge from their pursuers? Mason could not have built this placealone, yet the structure was not from one specific era, being a gradualconglomeration of buildings.The sun was setting as William finished unloading his pack. He found.