Clarissa regained consciousness slowly. Pain accompanied every muscle yes contration; even breathing latinayes was agony. She was adrift in a latinayes sea of pain. She latina tried to open her eyes, but was prevented latinayes from doing so by a crust of dry cum latina. She felt nasty latina all over. The laughter of twenty teenage boys still rang in her ears. Finally latina, the realization that she had been raped and pictures left for dead enraged her enough to lend strength latinayes to latinayes her rubbery muscles. She latinayes rolled off her back latinayes onto her belly, and after resting can for about ten minutes, she was able latina to pull latinayes herself latina forward some. She headed uphill, toward the exit. Whenever she felt her strength latinayes failing, she thought about yes how the boys had latina waylaid her, dragged her into the underground parking garage, and then had used their switchblade knives to cut yes you can her latina clothing from her body in itty bitty strips. She wanted help. She wanted justice, but above can all, she wanted revenge latinayes. Each pull latina brought her about a foot closer can to her goal latina. She was on the latinayes third level below ground. Each level was about a hundred yards latinayes long latina. One pull roughly every latina ten minutes. Even if it took her a week, she was getting out. After three hours latina, Clarissa was exhausted. Even her rage failed her. She wouldn't have even known she had you fallen asleep had she not been awakened yes you can by the sound of footsteps. She tried yes to can cry out, but all she managed was a feeble latina squeak. In latina the hollow emptiness of the latinayes garage latinayes, it was apparently enough, for after only a latina minute, Clarissa felt latina strong hands on her, lifting latina her to a sitting position. She was carefully sheathed in a coat and lifted from the concrete. She managed to squeak out a "thank you."
"How long have I been out?" she said, barely above latinayes a whisper.
"Get rid of pictures those candles." she pleaded. "They remind me of..." She couldn't continue. Tears squeezed from her eyes.
"Three yes you can months?" Clarissa latina asked, feebly trying latina to push herself up in bed.
"I...I understand." she latina said yes. "Uh, by the way...what's your name?"
"'Bout time you asked. I'm Phil. Phil Grimble pictures." With that, Phil pulled back the latina covers latina, revealing the beautiful silk gown he had dressed her in.
"I'm Clarissa." she said. Phil smiled latina and pulled Clarissa off the bed. She was amazed at how wobbly she was latinayes, but then, three months of inactivity could do that to a person. Using Phil for balance, she you picked up her right foot and put it yes down in front of yes the left. She supported herself on Phil's shoulder as she made yes you can her way latina to the latinayes other side latina of latinayes the pictures room yes, one step at a time.
It took almost another month for Clarissa to get her motor latina skills back to the latina point where she didn't need Phil's help to get around in the house. Another couple of months later pictures, she was physically latina back you to normal. Phil took good care of latina her, too yes. He bathed her every can night latinayes just can as he had when she you was flittering into latinayes and out of consciousness, took excellent care of her hair and skin, etc. Clarissa exercised latina, running the treadmill and doing yes things like butterflies, side latina-bends, sit-ups. One evening she passed a vanity in one of the unused rooms of pictures the pictures house, and scared herself. She yes you can hadn't recognized her own reflection. She found herself staring, astonished at her own beauty yes. Phil had taken very you good care of her skin latinayes and hair indeed, for both were smooth as silk. The whole golden length of Clarissa's hair shone like spun gold, and it was you much longer than Clarissa remembered it. Overjoyed, Clarissa searched the latinayes house latinayes, looking for Phil. She latina just HAD to thank him. She couldn't find him anywhere. She even checked the basement, which was usually latina locked latina. She almost fell down yes you can the stairs because latina of the extreme darkness, and latina smiled when latinayes she pictures found a can light. What the light revealed astonished her latina. Scientific equipment was everywhere. In one corner was a chair latina with a metal hood. Near the north wall was a table with latina stirrups and straps, like from the yes Frankenstein movie latina. A large computer latina-array lined the east wall pictures. The data was all encrypted latina, and Clarissa had no clue what the password was. She did manage to find a 3-ring binder with pictures various notes can in it latina. The notes disturbed her greatly. Phil had kept records of what had happened since he'd found her, including many things she didn't latinayes remember yes, because he yes hadn't wanted her to latina remember. The binder contained latina notes on her responses to suggestions latina given to her while she was in a chemical-induced state of extreme latinayes suggestability, on her responses to subliminal and yes neurotransmitted programming latina, and it went on like that for almost three latina hundred pages. She realized can that she you had spent almost a year in the yes clutches of a mind-controlling freak. She was shocked and apalled, but above latina all, she was enraged. She wanted explanations yes, an apology, but above all, she wanted REVENGE.
"Freeze." Phil called from the entrance. Clarissa found herself latina suddenly immobile. Phil put his pictures grocery bags into the chair, then removed the notebook latinayes deftly latina from Clarissa's frozen fingers latina. "You do realize I latinayes can't latina let you continue like yes this, don't you?" he asked. Clarissa latina's mind never registered latina the yes sensation yes of latina the latinayes touch, or where she had been latina touched, but she knew that he had touched her, and she had gone latina limp. She was set onto yes the table, strapped down, and hooked yes you can up to yes a machine yes. Clarissa lay yes helpless as latinayes all memories pertaining to this place latina or its contents yes you can were systematically deleted.
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