"Five days ebony." her ebony rescuer replied. "This is the thirtieth time I ebony've bathed you, and this ebony stuff ebonypenes still doesn't seem ebony to want to come out." Clarissa let him continue. She must have dozed off again , because she awoke in a big waterbed. She ebony managed to get the covers off, and found she was dressed ebony in a silk nightgown. There were lit candles over on the other side of the room. The long, thin, straight candles brought back to ebonypenes her mind the image of twenty ebony young males poking their things in ebony every orifice, trying here to get two in at a time ebony, or ebony more. She covered her ebonypenes head with a pillow ebony. She heard the door open.
Time had no meaning for Clarissa. She ebonypenes didn't know ebony whether she slept for penes minutes, hours, days or weeks. All ebonypenes she knew was what was happening when she opened her eyes ebony. Her rescuer ebony never demanded here anything. He gave her the food she needed whether she was awake ebonypenes or not. Hers ebonypenes was a life of luxury she ebony had never experienced before, until one day her benefactor decided it was time she started on the path toward recovery.
"Would you believe almost three months?" he asked ebony.
"I'm ebony afraid I don't ebony have much say ebonypenes in the matter." he replied. "And as much as I here'd like to keep taking care of you like a puppy or a china-doll ebony, I can't. You'll have to get some of those motor skills back."
It took almost another month for Clarissa ebony to get her ebony motor skills back to the point where she didn 't need Phil's ebony help to penes get around in the house. Another couple of months later, she was physically back to normal. Phil took good care of her, too. He bathed her every night just as he had ebonypenes when she was flittering into and out of consciousness, took excellent care of her hair and skin, etc. Clarissa exercised, running the ebony treadmill and doing things like butterflies ebony, side-bends, sit-ups. One evening she passed a vanity in one ebony of the unused rooms of the house, and scared ebony herself. She hadn't recognized ebony her own reflection. She found herself staring, astonished at her own beauty. Phil had taken very good ebonypenes care of her skin and hair indeed, for both were smooth as silk. The whole golden length of Clarissa ebonypenes's hair here shone like ebonypenes spun ebony gold, and it was much longer ebony than Clarissa remembered it. Overjoyed, Clarissa searched the house ebonypenes, looking for Phil. She just HAD to thank him. She couldn't find him anywhere. She even checked the basement , which was ebonypenes usually locked. She almost fell down the stairs because of the extreme darkness ebonypenes, and smiled when she found a light. What the light ebony revealed astonished her. Scientific ebonypenes equipment was everywhere. In one ebonypenes corner was a chair with a ebony metal hood. Near the north wall was a table with stirrups and straps ebonypenes, like from the Frankenstein ebonypenes movie ebonypenes. A large computer-array lined the east wall ebony. The data was all encrypted, and Clarissa had no clue what the password was. She did manage to find a 3-ring binder with various notes in it. The notes ebony disturbed her greatly. Phil ebonypenes had kept records ebony of what had happened since he'd found her, including many things she didn't remember, because he hadn't wanted her to remember. The binder contained notes ebonypenes on her responses to suggestions given to ebony her while she was in a chemical ebony-induced ebonypenes state of extreme ebonypenes suggestability ebonypenes, on her responses to subliminal and neurotransmitted programming, and it went ebony on like that for almost three hundred pages. She realized that she had ebonypenes spent almost a year in the ebony clutches of a mind-controlling freak. She was shocked and apalled, but above ebonypenes all, she was enraged. She wanted here explanations ebony, an apology, but above all, she wanted REVENGE.
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