Kat hadn’t been asleep, she was merely faking it.“Good morning, princess,” he says softly with a grin on his face. “Did you enjoy your rest?�...� He urges her over to the side of the cage and unfastens the gag from the outside. “I think we’ll try this again today. Remember you are not able to speak unless you call Sirius master.Kat doesn’t want to disobey today. Yesterday was the worse of the beatings. For days she had denied Sirius that title, she had refused to remain quiet except for moans and. "Fred's last suggestion was a sign of his frustration at the question. Hewas not seriously suggesting that Morton Benson dabble intransvestitism. Regardless of that, once Morton heard it, he could notget that out of his mind.After work, on the way home Morton stopped at the local Walgreens andpurchased a package of woman's razors. Not the cheap disposable variety,but the higher end wide handled shaver that took the blade cartridges.He also purchased a bottle of depilatory and shaving gel for. I had cried myself and passed out tied to the bed. The next thing I remember is a weight on top of me, and my hair being pulled.I opened my eyes as my head was pulled up. There was a mirror in front of me and I could see my tear streaked face, my eyes red and puffy. My hair still clung to my face from being soaked earlier."Baby girl ready for some more fun?" asked my daddy sitting on me smiling at me in the mirror.I shook my head as my tears began to well up again."That wasn't a question." he. It took a good ten minutes of Nicole's best efforts for Leslie to lightenup. In the end, the analytical side won out. She was the victim of a hoax.What else could it be? *** After a few hours of welcome distraction, Leslie was back on the road, headingdown pastoral Route 29 towards Charlottesville. It was turning dark, not thatshe minded driving at night; in many respects, it was usually more peaceful.But on this particular night, a sense of dread crept into her mind. It didn'tmatter what.