Mrskin Against Her Will Mrskin

     The man laughed again. "Are you fucking stupid or something? Do you think mrskin I went through all the trouble to get you here alone, naked, and helpless, just mrskin to let you mrskin go? Oh no, baby. I plan on about having some fun with you mrskin first."
     Shelley nearly mrskin lost it when she mrskin saw the blade mrskin held inches before her face, and closed mrskin her mrskin eyes mrskin, letting tears mrskin of panic and dread flow freely down her face. She prayed mrskin quickly and silently for deliverance from this nightmare mrskin, and once again help about came in mrskin the form of her husband's voice in her mind, speaking words of reassurance and comfort, telling mrskin her to belive that everything mrskin would be alright, to not give in to the fear and panic. Like a soothing balm being applied to a raw open wound, the words again calmed her fears, steadying her resolve, and with only a slight hesitation, she opened her mrskin eyes to mrskin meet her fate mrskin head-on.
     The mrskin masked man was gone.
     "Yeah, well, maybe so about," she said after a while. "But that mrskin doesn't mean mrskin I want you to EVER do something like that again. Even mrskin if you did put those mrskin reassurances in my head, it wasn 't the same. You scared me, really really bad."
     Shelley glanced up at the mrskin head of the bed, then mrskin down at the foot. "Well, for starters mrskin, how about untying me from the freaking bed ?"