You have to be punished. I can’t just turn my head and ignore it. How many other people you have stolen from?” he accused.“NO ONE! I promise.... I’ve never done anything like this before,” she protested. “I promise. And I’ll never ever do it again.”He seemed to calm down and visibly took a couple of deep breaths. “Sarah, I want to believe you, but I can’t just ignore this. There has to be a consequence. I can’t just let this go,” he stated in a much calmer voice. Again, there was a long. The victims never have any memory of their capture and only a little of their former life. They cease to be the same person. It's as if these women have performed some accelerated entropy on their minds. They are often confused and end up here at the station. In some cases, only the fingerprints can tell who the person once was."Adams, we got another call on the Switchback Coalition. Girl, wandering around out by the docks." Said my partner, Gristle. That's what we call him on account of he. I suddenly felt my mom’s hands massaging my upper back and collar muscles. It was so relieving. I minimized my working files and played some soothing music on YouTube and closed my eyes. It was not strange or shocking to me. I often asked my mom to give me a small massage. Sitting on a PC working for hours gave me some complaints of back and neck pain.“Mom, it is so relaxing, thank you for massaging me without asking.” She continued to massage. I was feeling so relaxed that I was about to dose. She stood barely over five feet, a well-proportioned lady, with an olive complexion. She wore her curled brunette hair shoulder length with a soft waving bang drifting over the left side of her forehead. Summer months always found her in soft, translucent against the sun, button down the front cotton print dresses. As a youth growing up I had always been attracted to her, she was always pleasant, quiet and very self-assured.Her husband worked away from home, often been gone for months at a.