Moaning from the throbbing ache in her temples Alessia awoke slowly. She was sitting - maybe in her bedroom, maybe it was all a dream.

But then she smelt the gas light and the dirt, worse - she heard the voice of Sir Michel.

"My dear I am so glad to see you've awoken. I like to have my toys at least semi conscious before I play with them." slowly he ran his tongue over his lips.

Staying silent Alessia struggled to get up, to her panic she realised she was fixed to a wooden chair with straps. Helpless and at the mercy of a man who had none.

Sir Michel ran one finger down his wifes face then licked the tears from his finger tip.

"I have to leave you for a little while but I'll be back and then we can play together. I hunger to see how much you can survive before you break"....