He drove the van several miles diaryofamilf out into the country side. He stopped to fill up at a gas station and then continued on deauxma his journey. He drove for nearly an hour until he came to an old grand deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs manor about. In the late afternoon sun the six mrs women could see that the place was old but deauxma fairly well kept. Through diaryofamilf the window Rachel and deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs a couple of the deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs others could see several women outside the manor. They were busy with different chores and seemed not to notice the van pulling up to the side of the large house.
The six women were led diaryofamilf away and the man entered deauxma the house. He opened a door and walked deauxma down an old flight of deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs spiral stairs. He deauxma came to another door that was made out of steel and deauxma opened it about. The deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs room looked like something out a medieval dungeon. There were strange looking torture devices deauxma and cages as well as many ropes and chains. He walked over to another steel door and opened it. The room was much smaller and contained deauxma a table with deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs assorted whips on it, a wooden cabinet about which deauxma was partially mrs open, and suspended in the middle of the room was a young woman. She about had long blonde hair which was tied about back in deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs a ponytail. Her deauxma body bore faint deauxma bruises that had deauxma been made by a deauxma whip sometime deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs ago. Her deauxma arms were tied behind her back, and her legs were spread apart. As he approached her she started to deauxma struggle at her bonds.
Carol cried out diaryofamilf in pain. She struggled to free herself but like deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs Marcy she was deauxma struck. He placed the gag back in deauxma her mouth deauxma and left her alone in the room. HE opened a door next to the two others and entered the about small room diaryofamilf inside deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. That room deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs was different than the others. Instead of deauxma a wooden cabinet there was this computer sitting on a wheeled cart diaryofamilf. Instead of a suspension device there were four heavy metal rings set into concrete blocks in the deauxma floor and ceiling. There was another young woman whose deauxma arms were tied to the two rings set diaryofamilf in the ceiling, and whose legs were tied to the diaryofamilf two rings set deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs in the floor. The woman had light red hair and was looking mrs at him nervously. "Kimberly I am going to ask you again, Where is the key to the mrs garage?" he asked deauxma her.
She left the house with Max mrs. She put him in the car. She took one last look at the house and drove off deauxma. She started deauxma thinking of anybody who held a grudge against Rachel, anyone about who would want to see her dead deauxma. She could think of deauxma no one who diaryofamilf wanted Rachel dead, she couldn't even think of anybody who really hated her. She had always about gotten deauxma along deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs with her coworkers and mrs students. There were a few girls that didn't like her that much, but they would never murder someone, would they ?
As the warm shower water ran down her naked body Molly tried to picture mrs in her mind what happened her friend. She deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs was pretty sure that Rachel was still alive, but had about no idea where she was or mrs what she was doing. She continued to deauxma ponder about mrs what had happened to her friend. Had she just decided deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs to leave? Had she gotten fed up with her job for some odd deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs reason? There was deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs one thought nagging deauxma in the back deauxma of her mind. She tried to ignore it but it deauxma just kept deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs nagging. She finally addressed it. Had she become somebody's slave?
Molly woke up around 9:00 AM deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. At first she was wondering why her alarm diaryofamilf had deauxma not gone off but she soon remembered that it was Saturday. She usually spent her Saturdays deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs either sitting deauxma at home or going out with her friends about, but today she deauxma had something diaryofamilf more important to do. She was planning on going mrs to the high school to look for deauxma clues. She deauxma went into deauxma the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She diaryofamilf noticed about a slip of paper on the kitchen counter. She walked over to look at it. It deauxma was blank deauxma except for a little bit of handwriting near the bottom of deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs it.
The woman started convulsing and screaming. Molly watched as her body started deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs to deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs shake violently. Soon deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs the woman passed out. Her body fell limp and all deauxma that was supporting it was deauxma the chains attached to deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs her wrists. A cold sweat formed on Molly's forehead, she was next. She looked at him as diaryofamilf he unhooked the deauxma woman and placed her on a deauxma table of sorts . He then focused his attention deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs on Molly. "C-Cant you just let me go? I won't tell anyone I swear. Just let me go and I'll forget all about Rachel. I'll forget all about her and you I deauxma swear.." Molly deauxma said deauxma nervously.
"Nope. I'm sorry deauxma but I diaryofamilf don't trust you. If I let you go the first place you would deauxma go is the police. we can't deauxma have that now can we? Besides I deauxma can tell you will make a nice addition to my little collection..." He said with an evil smile. Molly looked at him with the most pleading look she could muster but it did little to affect him. "Why? Why do you do this? Why deauxma are you doing this to deauxma innocent people?" she asked him.
Molly looked at deauxma him "He's insane. Totally insane." she thought to herself. She started looking deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs for some way to escape. there deauxma was a deauxma door deauxma at the far end of the room but she was restrained to some kind of table. She was bound so tight she couldn't move. There was a hole in the back where her head rested. She had a pretty good idea what it was for deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs now. He walked over to her. He withdrew a diaryofamilf whip from his deauxma coat.
"I think that diaryofamilf's deauxma the perfect position deauxma for deauxma her." the man said deauxma "What do you think deauxma Rachel?" he said to a woman standing next to him. Rachel looked at Molly who about was still unconscious. Her arms and legs deauxma were chained together and she was blindfolded deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. "I deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs think she looks fine master." Rachel said. The man smiled as Molly started to wake up. Standing in the far right corner of the room mrs was the Ex- FBI agent. She stood there about still as a statue waiting deauxma for an order from her deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs master. He looked all around the room at his collection. It about was a splendid sight indeed. 12 years he had been doing this to women. And in that 12 years he had acquired almost 1100 women deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. 1100 women who would do whatever he asked no matter deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs what it was deauxma.
It was deauxma 12 years ago. He had mrs been a scientist back then. He deauxma had been working on different projects when he stumbled across the about nanotechnology. Angela was his lab assistant at the time. He had known deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs she deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs had had a big crush on him back then, so he thought she was the perfect deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs one to try deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs out his experiment on. It didn deauxma't take him long to figure out diaryofamilf that Angela was not brainwashed, but she obeyed him deauxma like she was deauxma. He had deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs perfected his nanomachines deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs but for some reason he had never injected Angela with any. He watched as she walked over to the fireplace to tend to deauxma the fire. "No, just let it burn out." he said to her. "Yes deauxma master deauxma." she said.
"Hi deauxma. My names Jodie. what's your name?" asked one woman. "...My names Jennifer." said another. "How long deauxma have you diaryofamilf been living here deauxma?" asked deauxma Jodie. "Only 5 days deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs." said Jennifer. Jodie looked at her and noticed something odd sticking deauxma out of her purse. "Hey Jennifer. what's that?" Jodie asked her. Jennifer pulled something deauxma that deauxma looked like diaryofamilf a toy deauxma gun out of her purse. She pulled the trigger deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs on it and Jodie deauxma felt deauxma a prick on her thigh. There was a strange dart sticking out of deauxma her pants. "What the fuck mrs is thissssss..."Jodie said. Jennifer watched about as her deauxma eyes went deauxma unfocused. She soon stood deauxma at attention like a soldier. "Master about Will like you." Jennifer mrs said as she led her into her apartment. She made her sit diaryofamilf down on the couch and told her to wait there. "Yes..." Jodie said. Jennifer deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs left the apartment. "One down, four to go." She thought to herself.
