Her skin was bruised in places and there were a few scratches as well.She tentatively rubbed soap over her flesh and winced as she felt the telltale s...tings, and burns."Oh well," she muttered as she switched off the taps. "Just one more night, and then we are done with it for another few months."It was true that she did not relish these experiences; that the only real pleasure she gained from them was the chance to go out with her father and her sister; although last night had been something. They have no will. It’s like their minds are blank.”“How about triggers? Have you found any other words they respond to like ‘doctor’?”“No. We’re being careful with what we say. We don’t want to trip any responses without knowing what we’re doing.”“And they won’t answer any questions?”“None of them talk. Or they won’t talk. When they’re asked a question, they look conflicted and frightened but won’t say anything.”“Anything else?”“Just one thing. Apparently, rules change when the lights go out.. ”We started up the trail, me being a local, I knew exactly where it led. To the clearing, with the log bench, and a canopy of trees for cover. I had been there before, most times by myself. I used to bring my laptop, and just write. After about ten minutes, we came to the clearing, it was quiet, you could hear the birds chirping, and I headed for the bench. Dylan came up behind me and put his hand (his strong, warm, hand), in the small of my back. He kind of guided me towards the bench,. She stood at the door listening to him for at least ten minutes, when suddenly the sky grew black and the heavens opened. She quickly ushered him inside and helped him remove his soaking wet jacket, both of them laughing at his predicament. She hung up his jacket then offered him a seat on her luxurious black leather sofa, this he accepted without hesitation. She then walked into the kitchen to make them both a hot drink. She was just about to turn around to ask him what he would like to drink.