He took all of his frustration out on me, frequently slamming me to theground and hate-fucking me. I did my best to make him forget about theseason by... happily devouring his cock several times during every game.Things changed one Sunday in mid-October when he had me not only dressas a Texans cheerleader, but also locked me in several bondage strapsthat made it nearly impossible to move. My ankles were connected with a4" hobble chain, and my knees were bound tightly together.My arms were locked. When he came back, I went myself. He was sitting on his bed when I returned, bent over, elbows on his knees and his hands clasped loosely between them. I sat down in front of him."Ask me and I will," I said softly. "Otherwise, I'm going to bed."He shook his head and I laid down.He swung his legs into the bed and covered up. "We got to forget this conversation ever took place, Michael. Otherwise we're gonna have problems." He turned away and pulled the covers up around his neck. "I apologize for. I rushed to the kitchen, but stopped before entering. I hesitated for a second, then stepped past the threshold. Standing before the stove was my aunt. She was exactly as I remembered her. Short and stubby, but with a wide smile constantly plastered across her lips. She was in the process of removing the cookies from the oven when I entered. They smoked slightly as she placed them on the counter to let them cool. There was already a glass of milk on the counter. She must have known I was. Then they very faintly heard boots going down the stairs.Finally all three of them let out a relieved breath.Forty feet below at the base of the lighthouse, they could hear Cal Kidd’s voice. “It’s all clear. They ran.”They couldn’t make out what was said next, but they heard Janie’s reply. “No. Mister Sterling left me a letter. He didn’t say where he’d gone.” There was another pause as someone spoke too quietly to hear. “The letter said to burn it, so I did. It also said you ... people-” Janie.