But If I let him leave, they will just put him back to work much too soon, and his hands will never heal. And thank you for your help, and for staying... calm. Not all the postulants would have done so.”She looked at Abigail and smiled. “In fact, I would like you to look after our patient. You saw how I cleaned and bound his wounds. Do you think you would be able to do the same, twice a day?”Abigail gulped. This was a big responsibility, but she felt honoured that the Abbess had asked her.“Yes, I. I'm sure that I can prove that his evidence is faked. We need to get out of here now. If we don't then he will own us. He will be able to do anything he wants to you. I have heard things about him, Erin. He doesn't just want to fuck you. He likes some weird stuff. He wants to humiliate us. If we don't leave now then he wins. He owns us."She shook her head and said, "I'm scared. I can't let him put you in jail. I don't dare cross him. We have to find another way, Dean. We can't fight this fight. “The subject is conscious” said another disembodied female voice from the adjacent room. “Proceed” can the muted reply. The next moment Adam felt a sharp sting to his left arm, and as he recognized the injury as the site of an injection, the powerful drug took effect before he could react to the pain. Blissful silence lofted back over Adam, as the last vestiges of consciousness faded away. When Adam recovered conscious again he did so very slowly. The drugs were slow to retreat. This time he. A lovely, graceful, shapely middle aged Chinese woman enters the large sitting room in which Nick and Chanda rest.“So these are them,” she smiles. She is introduced as the businessman’s wife.“First wife?” asks Nick.“My only wife. She allows me no other. Not that I have any interest in any.”“And why should you?” the woman adds proudly. “I have provided you your heir, and a daughter to dote upon. And who else could possibly understand and sate your needs?”“Yes dear,” the man replies complacently..