" The woman's heavy accent made comprehension slow to form in Logan's frightened mind. He froze for a moment. "Come. It is safe in the house. Night co...ming soon."Lauren rose next to him, trembling, looked at him plaintively. He followed her out into the open where Logan saw a woman holding a weapon, Finch a few feet in front of her.The woman eyed him a moment, looked at his sister, nodded toward the house. "Move. We're exposed out here."Logan walked automatically, unsure what to do. Finch showed. Of course there was the one or other occasion when he told her how beautiful she looked whilst closing her necklace and tenderly kissing her neck or burying his face in her beautiful long, black hair, but just now he realized, that the necklace was a masterly crafted piece of art, little gold rings perfectly linked together.He imagined the jeweler putting one ring in another as careful and loving as if he were a mother placing her newborn baby in its crib.“What are you waiting for?” he heard a. "This is a slave contract. You signthis and your ass is mine, at least until I decide to sell your ass," hechuckled ominously. "You sign this, and this is a taste of what you canexpect?"He told me that he wasn't joking about making me suck a cock every day.He would go online and find a small stable of studs who lived in mysmall town. Whenever they called and said, "On your knees, bitch," Iwould be expected to strip, blindfold myself and unlock my apartmentdoor. I would also be expected to sleep. .. that wasn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow morning. Oh, well, back to awful old clothes again.” As Susan said this she was looking down at her ID band around her ankle as it gave its one long red blink then emit its final de-activation pips. After the ID band had given its three short pips and one long pip Susan looked up again.Susan looked up and was expecting to see Jack coming back towards her from the end of the alleyway. Instead she looked up into the skeletal faces of two of the.