Okay guys, sorry this is so late in the day. Got a lot of ground to make up here so let's get back to it.
Cassidy's Big Mistake Pt. 13
Get a hold of yourself girl! Monica said over and over to herself as soaked
a small hand towel in the sink and gently wiped her brow.
She's a suspect in multiple missing persons cases, now is not the time to
be playing games. She's only a kid for crying out loud! She may think
she has the upper hand, but as soon as I get back out there I'll show her
who's boss!
And with that Monica quickly touched up her make up before quickly
heading back to her table.
“All done?” Heather asked sweetly as Monica took her seat.
“All done. Sometimes you just need a little re-touch y'know?” Monica
replied with a smile.
“I know what you mean. Now, where were we?” Heather asked with a
mischievous smile.
“We were at the part where you tell me why you dragged me out here
in the middle of the week.” Monica answered with a stern tone.
“Not even close detective. I believe we were at the point where I asked
you if you thought I was pretty, and you were stalling on a response.”
“I wasn't stalling,” Monica replied as she took another sip of her Dr.
Pepper, “you just caught me off-guard, that's all.”
“That's all huh?” Heather replied with a smile.
“Yes. That was all. I'm not used to being asked those...type...of questions
from someone such as yourself, that's it.”
“If you say so detective.” Heather replied with a laugh.
“Now, it's getting late Monica dear, and it is a work night so why don't we
call it a night?”
Heather's statement left Monica completely stunned.
“S-so that's it?” Monica asked, confused.
“Yup. Disappointed?” Heather said with a wink.
“O-of course not. I'm just surprised is all.” Monica answered quickly.
“Well, since you sounded so disappointed dear Monica, if you're interested, you can
just head out to my cabin after we're done here. And it would probably be a good idea
if you took 5th street to Wesley Ave. and then got on the highway from there. Just a
suggestion.”
Quickly, and with almost no notice, Monica's eyes briefly glazed over. As soon as
Heather finished her speaking, it was gone.
“I-I don't have the time tonight Heather.” Monica replied as she stood up and put on
her coat.
“Just a suggestion Monica.” Heather added with a wink.
“Goodnight Heather.” Monica said as she quickly left the table, her face bright red.
Catherine hung limply in her bondage. Sweat and tears dripping from her body to
the floor. It had been roughly three hours since Heather had left her in the hands of her own
daughter, and Catherine had been tormented and teased every minute. Forced to orgasm over
11 times and tickled for hours on end Catherine was at her limit. She now hung helplessly in
her bondage while Cassidy rested on a nearby sofa. Catherine had no idea how all this had
happened. One moment she was at home, the next she was she was being tickled and sexually
abused in the dungeon of her daughter's best friend. Heather was a deranged sociopath and had,
seemingly, corrupted her daughter now as well.
Before Catherine could continue her reflective thinking a small timer went off on the stool next
to her tightly bound body. In a panic Catherine's head whipped up in time so see Cassidy jump
up off the sofa and begin making her way over, her hands carrying a ball-tipped hairbrush and
a brand new bottle of baby oil. Eyes full of fear Catherine began shaking her head no as fresh
tears began to fall from her eyes.
An hour later Heather pulled up to her driveway, a full, broad smile spread across her face.
Waiting for her at the front gate when she pulled up was Monica, idling in her car. After letting
them in Heather pulled up and parked, and got out of her car to greet her new guest. Monica
emerged from her car, her eyes glazed over as if she were asleep with her eyes open.
“Monica dear! I'm so happy you could make it!” Heather sang evily as she reached out and
took the detective by the hand, leading her towards the house.
“Thank you for having me.” Monica replied in a monotone, almost robotic voice.
“No, thank you...” Heather said, licking her lips.
“Mistress! I'm so happy you're home!” Cassidy sang as Heather entered the house with her
new guest.
“It's good to be home Princess.” Heather replied quickly as she walked past Cassidy, leading
Monica to the sub-level of the cabin as fast as she could.
In her rush, however, Heather never noticed that Cassidy had greeted her...at the front door.
“That was, without a doubt, the MOST horrid service I have EVER had on a plane in my
ENTIRE LIFE!” Janet Foster whined as she walked quickly through the terminal, her
husband Richard and an assistant in tow.
“Don't you agree Richard?” RICHARD?”
“Hmm? Oh yes, horrid dear, absolutely horrid.” Richard Foster replied, not looking up from
his tablet.
“Isabelle?” Richard said said, again not looking up from his work, “Please have that entire
plane's staff fired immediately.”
“Yes Mr. Foster.” Isabelle replied, pulling out her cell phone.
As Heather's parents made their way through the airport they were stopped before they
could reach their limo by two men dressed in business suits.
“Richard and Janet Foster?” The tall man on the left asked.
“Yes, and you are?” Richard replied dismissively.
“My name is Frank Harlow, this is my partner David Hogan. We're with the FBI and we'd like
the two of you to come with us for a little bit.” Agent Harlow said as he presented his badge.
“What's this about?” Janet asked defiantly.
“We'll explain all that later Ma'am, please follow us.” Agent Hogan replied as two uniformed
police officer's appeared from behind the Fosters, escorting them to a patrol car waiting outside.
“Of course we'll be contacting our attorneys.” Richard Foster grumbled as he took a seat in the
backseat of the car.
“Of course.” Agent Harlow replied.
“Isabelle. Please call my daughter. Tell her we'll be a little late tonight.” Janet said with a sigh
as she joined Richard in the back seat.
“Yes Ma'am.” Isabelle replied before turning and walking away, a small smile forming on her
face.
Monica's eyes shot open and her head whipped around in a panic. Something was wrong, something
was VERY wrong. As she tried to sit up she quickly realized that she was unable to do so. Looking down
Monica noticed that all she was wearing was her matching black bra and panties and heels. She also noticed
that she was strapped down tightly to a large flat table. In a frenzied panic, Monica began to thrash and struggle
to get free to no avail. As she tried to call for help she became aware of the duct tape covering her mouth,
as well as what felt like a large wad of cloth packed tightly inside.
After struggling for a few minutes Monica tired herself out and lay back on the table, attempting to catch
her breath. After a minute she became aware of what sounded like someone humming a song. Looking
around Monica noticed someone wearing a white lab coat, standing on the other side of the room.
“MMMNNPHH!!!! NNMMMMM!!!” Monica screamed as hard as she could.
“You might as well just save your energy Monica dear.” Heather said as she turned and gave
Monica a smile.
“MMMMMNNNN!!!!! NNNNNNNN!!! NMMMPHHHHHH!!!!” Monica screamed and began
struggling once again.
“Not going to help cutie.” Heather said as she made her way over to Monica pushing a small
push cart in front of her.
Taking a seat on a small stool near the table Heather ignored the increasingly frantic struggles
of her captive and rolled the stool to the foot of the table. Waving at a glaring Monica Heather
reached down and removed the shoe from Monica's right foot.
“I'll be honest detective. I'm a little tired so we're just going to get to the point.” Heather said
as she took one finger and trailed it down Monica's soft sole, toe to heel.
Monica instantly screamed and began to wiggle her foot frantically. Heather continued to slowly
and cruelly drag her finger up and down Monica's thrashing foot for another minute or so, smiling
the entire time. Looking down at her captor Monica's eyes were full of confusion and fear.
“It's as simple as that my little red tomato.” Heather said with a laugh as she held up a small white
pill.
“These things are amazing.” She said as she stood up and made her way to the head of the table.
“One of daddy's companies works in pharmaceutical research. This little gem was something they
created for people with violent behavior or psychotic episodes. You give them this and they become
EXTREMELY susceptive to ANY suggestion for a period of around 4-5 hours. The subject doesn't
notice and isn't aware that anything is wrong either. So anyone with behavior your wish to correct
instantly becomes more...open...to suggestions or even commands to correct said behavior. Hypnotism
in a pill basically.”
Monica stared at Heather in confusion as Heather continued.
“I've heard that it's usually not a good idea for someone to leave their drink unattended when they,
say, go to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. Especially if they leave their drink around someone
they don't know very well. Did you know that?” Heather asked with mock sincerity.
Monica's eyes opened wide. MY DRINK!! THAT LITTLE BITCH DRUGGED MY DRINK!!
“Well, I guess you figured it out the hard way eh? So you know, and I'll give you the quick run down.
After about four times it gets tiring to go through the whole thing y'know? But basically, I gave you
the suggestion to visit me tonight, gave you the suggestion to take a route with no street cameras and
gave you the suggestion to toss your purse and cell phone prior to coming out here. So, in a nutshell
detective, no on knows you're here. And with my fancy-dancy little pills here, the restaurant has...
misplaced their surveillance footage from tonight as well.” Heather said as she held up a CD disc with
the restaurant's logo printed on it.
Monica began to tremble slightly as Heather's words began to sink in. She was stuck. She had
been abducted by someone she had suspected to be a serial kidnapper and no one was going to
be able to find her.
“So now on to the good stuff!” Heather sang as she made her way back to Monica's bound feet.
Removing Monica's other shoe and covering each sole in baby oil, Heather then began to stroke
and scratch at Monica's soles. The effect was immediate. Monica began to thrash and struggle
like she had just been electrocuted as she descended into hysterical laughter, muffled by her gag.
“MMMMMMPHHH!!!!! NMMMMMMMMMMMNPHHHH!!!!! HMMMMMMPNNNNHMM
PHHHMMNMMM!!!!!!”
“Yeah I agree, it's hard to hear you with that tape in the way. Here, let me get that for you.”
Heather said as she made her way up to the head of the table again.
Pulling the tape off gently and removing the balled up towel inside Monica's mouth Heather
was greeted by a torrent of rage.
“YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH, WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE YOU'RE GOING AWAY FOR
LIFE!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!??? YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN YOU
SICK TWISTED BIAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!?
Monica's threats were quickly drowned out as Heather began to dance her nails all over Monica's
flat, taught tummy.
“NOAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!STAAAAHAHPPPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTHA
AAAATHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHSTAAHAHAPP!!!!PLEAAHAHAHAHAHHA
STAAAAAAPHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Filthy language will not be tolerated my dear Monica.” Heather said with an evil smile as she began
to wiggle her finger around inside Monica's bellybutton.
“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAPLEAHAHAHAHHAHAH
DONAHAHAHHAHAHAHTDONTAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA
YOUAHAHHAHAHHSICKAHAHAHAHHHHFUCKINAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHBITTAHACHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Why Monica, darling, you never told me you were THIS sensitive.” Heather said with a chuckle.
“Oh I think I'll be able to do this for quite some ti...” Heather giggled before noticing her cell phone
vibrating in her pocket.
“One second red.” Heather said as she stuffed the towel back in Monica's mouth.
“NNNNNNN!!!! NNNMMMMMMM!!!” Monica cried out as she shook her head back and forth.
“Hello? Isabelle! Darling, it's been too long! What now? Mommy and daddy were arrested at the
airport??! Omigosh that's terrible!! Wait, so mother should be released in the next hour or two? Oh
that's such a relief. But what about daddy? Oh. Oh my. That does sound bad. Yes I understand.
Absolutely. Please, bring mother up to the cabin as soon as you can Isabelle. Yes, you may come along
as well, I'm sure you'll be a big help. Yes, yes thank you Izzy!!” Heather said as she hung up the call.
Making her way back to her stool Heather shrugged her shoulders and chuckled slightly.
“So, it turns out the FBI got wind of daddy's....questionable business dealings. My mother
should be fine, but I think my daddy may be in some very serious trouble. I just feel so
terrible for him. I'm sure the person who tattled is a horrible person.” Heather said with a wicked
smile.
“Oh well. Mother and Isabelle will be here in...about an hour or so, so that doesn't leave us
much time Monica dear. So, let's get back to business.” Heather said as she pulled a large, stiff
looking feather from the pocket of her lab coat.
Monica's eyes opened wide in fear as tears began to well up in her eyes....
Next Chapter: All is NOT what it seems! Janet captured! Monica's torment continues!
Cassidy's Big Mistake Pt. 13
Get a hold of yourself girl! Monica said over and over to herself as soaked
a small hand towel in the sink and gently wiped her brow.
She's a suspect in multiple missing persons cases, now is not the time to
be playing games. She's only a kid for crying out loud! She may think
she has the upper hand, but as soon as I get back out there I'll show her
who's boss!
And with that Monica quickly touched up her make up before quickly
heading back to her table.
“All done?” Heather asked sweetly as Monica took her seat.
“All done. Sometimes you just need a little re-touch y'know?” Monica
replied with a smile.
“I know what you mean. Now, where were we?” Heather asked with a
mischievous smile.
“We were at the part where you tell me why you dragged me out here
in the middle of the week.” Monica answered with a stern tone.
“Not even close detective. I believe we were at the point where I asked
you if you thought I was pretty, and you were stalling on a response.”
“I wasn't stalling,” Monica replied as she took another sip of her Dr.
Pepper, “you just caught me off-guard, that's all.”
“That's all huh?” Heather replied with a smile.
“Yes. That was all. I'm not used to being asked those...type...of questions
from someone such as yourself, that's it.”
“If you say so detective.” Heather replied with a laugh.
“Now, it's getting late Monica dear, and it is a work night so why don't we
call it a night?”
Heather's statement left Monica completely stunned.
“S-so that's it?” Monica asked, confused.
“Yup. Disappointed?” Heather said with a wink.
“O-of course not. I'm just surprised is all.” Monica answered quickly.
“Well, since you sounded so disappointed dear Monica, if you're interested, you can
just head out to my cabin after we're done here. And it would probably be a good idea
if you took 5th street to Wesley Ave. and then got on the highway from there. Just a
suggestion.”
Quickly, and with almost no notice, Monica's eyes briefly glazed over. As soon as
Heather finished her speaking, it was gone.
“I-I don't have the time tonight Heather.” Monica replied as she stood up and put on
her coat.
“Just a suggestion Monica.” Heather added with a wink.
“Goodnight Heather.” Monica said as she quickly left the table, her face bright red.
Catherine hung limply in her bondage. Sweat and tears dripping from her body to
the floor. It had been roughly three hours since Heather had left her in the hands of her own
daughter, and Catherine had been tormented and teased every minute. Forced to orgasm over
11 times and tickled for hours on end Catherine was at her limit. She now hung helplessly in
her bondage while Cassidy rested on a nearby sofa. Catherine had no idea how all this had
happened. One moment she was at home, the next she was she was being tickled and sexually
abused in the dungeon of her daughter's best friend. Heather was a deranged sociopath and had,
seemingly, corrupted her daughter now as well.
Before Catherine could continue her reflective thinking a small timer went off on the stool next
to her tightly bound body. In a panic Catherine's head whipped up in time so see Cassidy jump
up off the sofa and begin making her way over, her hands carrying a ball-tipped hairbrush and
a brand new bottle of baby oil. Eyes full of fear Catherine began shaking her head no as fresh
tears began to fall from her eyes.
An hour later Heather pulled up to her driveway, a full, broad smile spread across her face.
Waiting for her at the front gate when she pulled up was Monica, idling in her car. After letting
them in Heather pulled up and parked, and got out of her car to greet her new guest. Monica
emerged from her car, her eyes glazed over as if she were asleep with her eyes open.
“Monica dear! I'm so happy you could make it!” Heather sang evily as she reached out and
took the detective by the hand, leading her towards the house.
“Thank you for having me.” Monica replied in a monotone, almost robotic voice.
“No, thank you...” Heather said, licking her lips.
“Mistress! I'm so happy you're home!” Cassidy sang as Heather entered the house with her
new guest.
“It's good to be home Princess.” Heather replied quickly as she walked past Cassidy, leading
Monica to the sub-level of the cabin as fast as she could.
In her rush, however, Heather never noticed that Cassidy had greeted her...at the front door.
“That was, without a doubt, the MOST horrid service I have EVER had on a plane in my
ENTIRE LIFE!” Janet Foster whined as she walked quickly through the terminal, her
husband Richard and an assistant in tow.
“Don't you agree Richard?” RICHARD?”
“Hmm? Oh yes, horrid dear, absolutely horrid.” Richard Foster replied, not looking up from
his tablet.
“Isabelle?” Richard said said, again not looking up from his work, “Please have that entire
plane's staff fired immediately.”
“Yes Mr. Foster.” Isabelle replied, pulling out her cell phone.
As Heather's parents made their way through the airport they were stopped before they
could reach their limo by two men dressed in business suits.
“Richard and Janet Foster?” The tall man on the left asked.
“Yes, and you are?” Richard replied dismissively.
“My name is Frank Harlow, this is my partner David Hogan. We're with the FBI and we'd like
the two of you to come with us for a little bit.” Agent Harlow said as he presented his badge.
“What's this about?” Janet asked defiantly.
“We'll explain all that later Ma'am, please follow us.” Agent Hogan replied as two uniformed
police officer's appeared from behind the Fosters, escorting them to a patrol car waiting outside.
“Of course we'll be contacting our attorneys.” Richard Foster grumbled as he took a seat in the
backseat of the car.
“Of course.” Agent Harlow replied.
“Isabelle. Please call my daughter. Tell her we'll be a little late tonight.” Janet said with a sigh
as she joined Richard in the back seat.
“Yes Ma'am.” Isabelle replied before turning and walking away, a small smile forming on her
face.
Monica's eyes shot open and her head whipped around in a panic. Something was wrong, something
was VERY wrong. As she tried to sit up she quickly realized that she was unable to do so. Looking down
Monica noticed that all she was wearing was her matching black bra and panties and heels. She also noticed
that she was strapped down tightly to a large flat table. In a frenzied panic, Monica began to thrash and struggle
to get free to no avail. As she tried to call for help she became aware of the duct tape covering her mouth,
as well as what felt like a large wad of cloth packed tightly inside.
After struggling for a few minutes Monica tired herself out and lay back on the table, attempting to catch
her breath. After a minute she became aware of what sounded like someone humming a song. Looking
around Monica noticed someone wearing a white lab coat, standing on the other side of the room.
“MMMNNPHH!!!! NNMMMMM!!!” Monica screamed as hard as she could.
“You might as well just save your energy Monica dear.” Heather said as she turned and gave
Monica a smile.
“MMMMMNNNN!!!!! NNNNNNNN!!! NMMMPHHHHHH!!!!” Monica screamed and began
struggling once again.
“Not going to help cutie.” Heather said as she made her way over to Monica pushing a small
push cart in front of her.
Taking a seat on a small stool near the table Heather ignored the increasingly frantic struggles
of her captive and rolled the stool to the foot of the table. Waving at a glaring Monica Heather
reached down and removed the shoe from Monica's right foot.
“I'll be honest detective. I'm a little tired so we're just going to get to the point.” Heather said
as she took one finger and trailed it down Monica's soft sole, toe to heel.
Monica instantly screamed and began to wiggle her foot frantically. Heather continued to slowly
and cruelly drag her finger up and down Monica's thrashing foot for another minute or so, smiling
the entire time. Looking down at her captor Monica's eyes were full of confusion and fear.
“It's as simple as that my little red tomato.” Heather said with a laugh as she held up a small white
pill.
“These things are amazing.” She said as she stood up and made her way to the head of the table.
“One of daddy's companies works in pharmaceutical research. This little gem was something they
created for people with violent behavior or psychotic episodes. You give them this and they become
EXTREMELY susceptive to ANY suggestion for a period of around 4-5 hours. The subject doesn't
notice and isn't aware that anything is wrong either. So anyone with behavior your wish to correct
instantly becomes more...open...to suggestions or even commands to correct said behavior. Hypnotism
in a pill basically.”
Monica stared at Heather in confusion as Heather continued.
“I've heard that it's usually not a good idea for someone to leave their drink unattended when they,
say, go to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. Especially if they leave their drink around someone
they don't know very well. Did you know that?” Heather asked with mock sincerity.
Monica's eyes opened wide. MY DRINK!! THAT LITTLE BITCH DRUGGED MY DRINK!!
“Well, I guess you figured it out the hard way eh? So you know, and I'll give you the quick run down.
After about four times it gets tiring to go through the whole thing y'know? But basically, I gave you
the suggestion to visit me tonight, gave you the suggestion to take a route with no street cameras and
gave you the suggestion to toss your purse and cell phone prior to coming out here. So, in a nutshell
detective, no on knows you're here. And with my fancy-dancy little pills here, the restaurant has...
misplaced their surveillance footage from tonight as well.” Heather said as she held up a CD disc with
the restaurant's logo printed on it.
Monica began to tremble slightly as Heather's words began to sink in. She was stuck. She had
been abducted by someone she had suspected to be a serial kidnapper and no one was going to
be able to find her.
“So now on to the good stuff!” Heather sang as she made her way back to Monica's bound feet.
Removing Monica's other shoe and covering each sole in baby oil, Heather then began to stroke
and scratch at Monica's soles. The effect was immediate. Monica began to thrash and struggle
like she had just been electrocuted as she descended into hysterical laughter, muffled by her gag.
“MMMMMMPHHH!!!!! NMMMMMMMMMMMNPHHHH!!!!! HMMMMMMPNNNNHMM
PHHHMMNMMM!!!!!!”
“Yeah I agree, it's hard to hear you with that tape in the way. Here, let me get that for you.”
Heather said as she made her way up to the head of the table again.
Pulling the tape off gently and removing the balled up towel inside Monica's mouth Heather
was greeted by a torrent of rage.
“YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH, WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE YOU'RE GOING AWAY FOR
LIFE!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!??? YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN YOU
SICK TWISTED BIAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!?
Monica's threats were quickly drowned out as Heather began to dance her nails all over Monica's
flat, taught tummy.
“NOAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!STAAAAHAHPPPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTHA
AAAATHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHSTAAHAHAPP!!!!PLEAAHAHAHAHAHHA
STAAAAAAPHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Filthy language will not be tolerated my dear Monica.” Heather said with an evil smile as she began
to wiggle her finger around inside Monica's bellybutton.
“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAPLEAHAHAHAHHAHAH
DONAHAHAHHAHAHAHTDONTAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA
YOUAHAHHAHAHHSICKAHAHAHAHHHHFUCKINAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHBITTAHACHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Why Monica, darling, you never told me you were THIS sensitive.” Heather said with a chuckle.
“Oh I think I'll be able to do this for quite some ti...” Heather giggled before noticing her cell phone
vibrating in her pocket.
“One second red.” Heather said as she stuffed the towel back in Monica's mouth.
“NNNNNNN!!!! NNNMMMMMMM!!!” Monica cried out as she shook her head back and forth.
“Hello? Isabelle! Darling, it's been too long! What now? Mommy and daddy were arrested at the
airport??! Omigosh that's terrible!! Wait, so mother should be released in the next hour or two? Oh
that's such a relief. But what about daddy? Oh. Oh my. That does sound bad. Yes I understand.
Absolutely. Please, bring mother up to the cabin as soon as you can Isabelle. Yes, you may come along
as well, I'm sure you'll be a big help. Yes, yes thank you Izzy!!” Heather said as she hung up the call.
Making her way back to her stool Heather shrugged her shoulders and chuckled slightly.
“So, it turns out the FBI got wind of daddy's....questionable business dealings. My mother
should be fine, but I think my daddy may be in some very serious trouble. I just feel so
terrible for him. I'm sure the person who tattled is a horrible person.” Heather said with a wicked
smile.
“Oh well. Mother and Isabelle will be here in...about an hour or so, so that doesn't leave us
much time Monica dear. So, let's get back to business.” Heather said as she pulled a large, stiff
looking feather from the pocket of her lab coat.
Monica's eyes opened wide in fear as tears began to well up in her eyes....
Next Chapter: All is NOT what it seems! Janet captured! Monica's torment continues!
