"Awake already?" a tenor brooke voice asked. "What with all you've obviously mysisterhotfriendbrooke been through, I thought you'd sleep another couple brooke of days."
Time had mysisterhotfriendbrooke no meaning for Clarissa. She didn't my know whether she slept for minutes, hours, days or weeks. All she knew was what was happening when she opened her eyes. Her rescuer never demanded anything. He gave my her the food she needed whether my she was awake or not. Hers was a life of mysisterhotfriendbrooke luxury she had my never experienced before, until one day her benefactor decided it was time she started on the path toward recovery.
"I...I understand." she said. "Uh, by the way...what's your my name?"
It took almost another jpeg month hot for Clarissa to get her motor sister skills back to mysisterhotfriendbrooke the point where she didn't need my Phil's help to get around in the house. Another brooke couple of months later my, she was physically back mysisterhotfriendbrooke to normal. Phil took good jpeg care of mysisterhotfriendbrooke her, too. He my bathed her mysisterhotfriendbrooke every mysisterhotfriendbrooke night just as he mysisterhotfriendbrooke had when she my was flittering mysisterhotfriendbrooke into and out of consciousness, took excellent care of her my hair and skin, etc. Clarissa exercised, running the treadmill and doing things like butterflies, side-bends, sit-ups. One evening she passed a vanity in one of the unused rooms mysisterhotfriendbrooke of the house, and scared herself. She hadn't recognized her own reflection my. She found herself jpeg staring, astonished at my her own beauty. Phil had taken my very good care of her skin and hair indeed, for both were smooth as mysisterhotfriendbrooke silk. The whole golden length of my Clarissa's hair shone like spun gold, and it was much longer than Clarissa remembered it. Overjoyed, Clarissa searched the mysisterhotfriendbrooke house, looking for Phil. She just HAD hot to thank him. She couldn't my find him anywhere. She even checked the basement, which sister was usually locked. She almost fell down the stairs because of the extreme darkness, and smiled when she found a light. What the light revealed my astonished her brooke. Scientific equipment was everywhere. In one mysisterhotfriendbrooke corner sister was a chair with a metal hood mysisterhotfriendbrooke. Near the north my wall was a table with stirrups and straps, like from the Frankenstein movie. A large computer-array lined the east wall. The data was all encrypted, and Clarissa had mysisterhotfriendbrooke no clue what the password was. She did manage to find jpeg a 3-ring binder with various notes in it. The notes disturbed her greatly. Phil had kept brooke records of my what mysisterhotfriendbrooke had happened since he'd found her, including many things she didn't remember, because he hadn mysisterhotfriendbrooke't wanted jpeg her to my remember. The binder contained notes on mysisterhotfriendbrooke her my responses mysisterhotfriendbrooke to suggestions given to her my while she was in a chemical-induced state of mysisterhotfriendbrooke extreme suggestability my, on her responses to subliminal and neurotransmitted programming, and it went mysisterhotfriendbrooke on like mysisterhotfriendbrooke that for almost brooke three hundred pages. She realized that she my had spent almost mysisterhotfriendbrooke a year in the clutches of a mind my-controlling freak brooke. She was shocked and apalled, but above my all, she was enraged. She mysisterhotfriendbrooke wanted explanations, an my apology, but above all my, she wanted REVENGE.
Clarissa sister and Phil my went back to brooke the my latter jpeg's my home. Clarissa's apartment would already be occupied by jpeg someone else, she realized. She had been away for far my too long to get that my back. Phil carried mysisterhotfriendbrooke her up to her room as she thought of how different her life was now. How would she get back into law my school? How would my she get back her mysisterhotfriendbrooke stuff? As usual, she found brooke that her fate rested in Phil mysisterhotfriendbrooke's hands. He set her mysisterhotfriendbrooke back on her mysisterhotfriendbrooke feet mysisterhotfriendbrooke, then closed brooke the door behind them.
"Shhh." Phil said, putting one finger over mysisterhotfriendbrooke her mouth. He my leaned over and whispered something in her ear that she couldn't consciously register. She had to get her clothes off. She had to empty her mind of all the stressful thoughts. Her mysisterhotfriendbrooke body became broiled in sexual heat, and she had to get sister off. But above jpeg all brooke, she had to obey Master.
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