She can rage and attack, growling with feral aggression, but there is no target for her to unleash her hatred against. He does not seek to attack her,... nor to break her will; his eyes are filled with nothing but respect, and compassion.Her eyes widen.Confusion hits her in a dizzying rush. The potent, brooding darkness seems... shallow, somehow, insubstantial. This is trickery! The darkness gives her power, feeds her hate and her fury and her disdain. It nurtured her, gave her strength. Could.... I became desperate to pee, and told her so on the fourth load. She laughed and told me to “get on and do it then”, in desperation I released my bladder-full, the stream hit the padlock and the pain was again immense, she laughed and left me sitting in pain with wet feet.The last time she returned, he came as well, watering me like a prize plant with his tool in her hand, before they then went to bed to sleep.They arose at 9am and released me to allow me to shower and clean “my” floor. After. What is it with old people? Why are they so stubborn and set in their ways? Most overweight people wear darker clothes, navy blue, brown, and black to hide their weight and make them look slimmer. Not my Mom and Dad. Their favorite color is red and between them they wear a lot of red. Except for one outfit, I don’t think I have anything red. Now that I think of it, even my Dad’s car is red. I wonder what Dr. Freud would say about my parents obsession with the color red. Actually, I never. Formation ended with a cheer.Back in the room I stored my clean clothes and sat down to study. Eddie joined me but we didn't talk. The room was unusually quiet. It was like I was a grenade and everyone were waiting for me to explode. They seemed to know my pin had been pulled. At nine-thirty I reviewed Eddie's homework, without talking because as usual, it was perfect. I heard Spence and Cory Buford conferring in hushed voices about Buford's homework but otherwise the room was like a tomb.At.