She was nervous. So was I. She was so confident Friday night. And thismorning. Up until now, she's been the one to make the first move. So, Idon't kno...w what possessed me to be the one to make the first move here,but I pulled her in closer and kissed her.Our soft lips caressed each other. Her lips tasted of watermelon. Iwrapped my hands around her midsection.Her nerves must have evaporated as she put her hands on my ass and pulledme closer. Her kisses got more forceful. Our tongues were. "What do you want of me? I-I don't understand? You're all so young! You should be out playing football or chasing girls, not kidnapping a twenty- eight year old married woman."Suddenly the fear she'd felt riding the motorcycle rushed back to clutch at her, sending a shiver and chill through her whole body. She shuddered her shoulders trembling. It was so ridiculous, funny almost. It seemed like an eternity since she'd gotten up that morning drank her coffee, retrieved the newspaper from its. OOoTime and distance meant very little as I made my way through the winding passage. In places it opened up so that I could walk upright, bent slightly at the waist, for short distances. How long I travelled, I do not know. Nor how far. I only know that I grew hungry as well as tired and dozed uncomfortably for a short while before forging ahead once more. One thing I did know. The path was set at an incline taking me deeper into the earth. Again, I could not gauge how deep, nor where,. "The longer you look into my eyes, the stronger the desire to do exactly as I say, and the harder it is to bring yourself to look away. Do you understand?"She responds submissively "Yes... I understand..."You know you have her. "You are now my slave, Christina. I am now your master, you'll do exactly as I say. Wont you?"Now's the moment whether she'll obey, or break free. After a pause, she says to you in her new monotone "yes master. I will be your slave." She's yours."Now, Christina. When I.