I felt like a little red riding hood going to her grandmother's house, only knowing that there was no grandmother to visit, but a big wolf that was going to eat me as soon as she saw me. Great. I looked back as if I had any chance of escaping from this place without being caught and tortured again. Two men the size of a cupboard followed closely behind me, evaluating my movements. As if that weren't enough, Blue Eyes Mike had me by the arm because I couldn't walk very well. Normal. Her legs were different shades of purple. It seemed that instead of being my skin, they were leggings with a galactic print. My dress hadn't defended me much from the blows. I didn't even want to imagine what my face would be like. Or my hair. Or my torso, which was the one that had taken most of the blows. I di
