Free Shaman - the Awakening by Vr McCoy Page B

flaw in her strategy, and even if it didn't work, I still had the pills to rely on. She cautioned against the addictiveness and side effects of the medication. It was also a good way to ease my mind and for us to spend some couple time together. We relaxed for a while in the large Jacuzzi sized-tub, making love in the water. She literally wore me out. If she wanted to ensure that I fell asleep, she did a good job of it.
    We went to the bedroom after making love in the tub, and continued there until I went to sleep. At this point I only hoped she wouldn't fall asleep also, and our findings would not be recorded.
    The first thing I recall when I went to sleep was dreaming about Dianna, but then I diverted to Jessica. She was still tied up on the floor, crying. She was wondering about her family and how she would never see them again. She also wondered why this was happening to her, and what she had done to deserve this.
    It was still quiet in the area Jessica was being held, but it was warmer inside the enclosed area now than it had previously been. It was daytime. She still couldn't see any light, but t after a while, she saw light surrounding the silhouette of the door, and then heard footsteps. She became more terrified, trembling in fear, curled up on the floor as tears rolled down her face. Her silent crying turned into a low, resonating moan as she heard the doorknob turn.
    When the door opened, the light blinded her. She had been in the dark for so long she couldn't see anything for several seconds, and then she took in the silhouette of a person standing in the middle of the door with the light to his back. She couldn't make out his face or anything else. As he approached her, she began yelling through the gag in her mouth, but it was muffled. Then she began squirming and kicking erratically in spite of her bonds, in an attempt to fight back as he touched her. He briefly removed the gag from over her mouth and naturally her screams gained volume. Then he placed the chemically doused rag over her nose once again, rendering her unconscious.
    When she woke up she was bathed and naked, with only an adult diaper on. She was on a bed in the dark room now. She hadn't known there was a bed in the room while she'd been lying on the floor. She began to cry again. She was elated to still be alive, but knew her situation hadn't changed much. She felt violated, like someone had raped her. She didn't feel the physical signs of rape, but mentally it felt as if she had been. The thought of a stranger touching her all over and doing whatever he wanted was terrifying.
    There was a lantern on a table and a chair rested under the table in the room, but no windows. She was still bound at the wrists and legs, tied to the bed. She was alone now and even more afraid. She was tired and hungry but valiantly struggled to free herself from her bonds, until she fell asleep, exhausted by exertion and terror.
    I woke up at that point, struggling as if I was tied to the bed. Dianna was up and had recorded the whole session. She had been up the whole time while I slept –if you could call that sleep. It had been a nightmare filled with anxiety and terror. Dianna was watching over me protectively, and it was nice to see her smiling face as I opened my weary eyes. She gently felt the side of my face. She had the look of a carrying mother. Then she got up to get me a bottle of water from the fridge. I didn't have to ask for it this time, she already knew.
    I watched her as she moved through the room like a goddess. I thought how lucky I was to have her in my life. I had never known how lonely I was until she came in and filled the void. I had become used to be being alone and adapted to it. I had been doing all this on my own, and now I felt like I had been missing out on a huge part of life as I watched her. She only had on her work blouse and a pair of black Victoria's Secret lace bikini panties. Yes, I knew they were made by VS, I enjoyed their