“No,” I agreed, “There’s one on the bed in the back bedroom, if that helps.” she looked very confused but she padded off down the corridor carrying her stylish black high heeled shoes. she looked shocked. Porn “Of course, you were sick all down it, remember.” I asked, she stared, she struggled to remember, she didn’t remember, she hadn’t recognised the bearded Taxi driver who picked her up at the night club as me, she hadn’t remembered anything until she sobered up and found herself collared and secured to the wall in my filthy dirty cellar with a clean shaved masked stranger tormenting her, bartering first her clothes and then her body, her mouth, for food and water. oh my god that’s positively Victorian, so why were you so sure I wouldn’t make a run for it and call the Police?” she asked.
