Im sure she had an internal struggle waging inside her brain right about now, not really understanding what she was doing entering this door with this... strange guy who she just met. She tried again to ask about her friends and suggested that I bring her back to the club. Again, I just ignored her request, took her by the hand and brought her inside. Once inside, she was inside the wolfs den, and was under my complete control. I didnt waste any time. I led her straight to my bedroom. I walked. The tape ended, it hadn't turned me on but I was curiousI put the second tape in, it started with a recording coronation street I fast forwarded the tape,Kate's mum was dressed as a maid, she was tied down on the floor pieces of rope tied round her wrists and ankles, then tied to the legs of a sofa her arms tied to the legs of a arm chair music was playing, and people was laughing a woman appeared stood astride her,How you feeling bitch the women said, she had a short skirt on and black. Ben's taking me in the shed with Kevin was a mutual pact of silence. But as the days passed, the feeling of relief subsided, and a different emotion took its place: shame. Shame that I went along so willingly. Being Patricia was not about humiliation or gang bangs in lawn sheds. Although fraught with every hurdle imaginable since becoming a pledge task, being Patricia after all, was always about freedom. Freedom to be who I wanted to be. Freedom not to be caught in the box of pre-prescribed. )Me: “Arun case ta ki?” (Arun, what is the case?)Arun: “Aaah Dada, ajke amar opor chhere din. Kal theke apni chinta korben. Chilapata te ekta jongol er bhitore ekta bhalo resort ache. Amar chena sona. Dekhi khali thakbe ki na.”(Aaah, Dada just leave it up to me. You take care of her from tomorrow again. There is a resort inside Chilapata forest, which is well known to me. Let me check whether it is empty or not.)He called somebody and discussed for some time and told, “Sob bandobast hoe gechhe..