"Elizabeth moved with the certainty of a woman who had dealt with plenty of drunks and I resolved to ask her later, where she had learned her awful se...crets. It was enough for me to realise that the man never woke up as she slit his throat from ear to ear. The blood spurted like a fountain and covered Elizabeth from head to toe, but she bravely covered his mouth as he gargled and croaked in a futile endeavour to raise an alarm. Instead of a shout, his breath simply frothed and bubbled. He knew that he could never find the money to buy himself one of those new-fangled diesel engines, so he had to come up with a different kind of engine.He thought about it and thought about it, but never could find the answer, until he happened to be sitting on his porch, taking a break from the heat of the day, and just happened to look at his windmill. He watched it for a few minutes, and then it dawned on him—he could use a windmill to power a wagon. This was a mind-blowing experience, since. ..so whats wrong with your mother babe?" She kinda gives a half frown " well she's not doing so well....i'm gonna go stay with her for a few days, is that alright?" Approaching her and hugging her tightly "of course it is". She smiles " i'm so glad I have you Brett, I love you". He want's to say the same but all he can think about is Becky and part of him was glad that tomorrow was no school.Brett open's his eyes in bed and looks at his phone "3:16" in the morning. He look's down at the culprit. "Crawl over here to my feet!" I raised my head. She had perched herself on the sideboard, swinging hershapely, black-nylon legs and holding her devilish crop. It was now unthinkablenot to instantly obey any command from her and I made the effort to start crawling.Had I been able to move freely, the crawl would have still been slow and verypainful. But still chained and very restricted with movement, I found I simplycouldn't obey her. The chain by now had cut so much into the flesh of my.