She walked him on the lead around the estate - “walkies” - forcing him to crawl through mud and gravel, punishing any hesitation with sharp smacks of the crop against his plug-filled ass. When he tried to speak, to beg for mercy in human words, she immediately brought the crop down hard across his butt cheeks.

“Welcome to the Inferno,” the Lady of the Manor said, her smile slow and merciless. “This is where you will endure—if not enjoy—your next twenty-four hours with me.”

It was fortuitous that the traffic wasn’t too bad that morning, as it allowed a mysterious van with blacked out windows to pull up just where their table was. All of a sudden, the lightly frivolous tone of the conversation turned somewhat darker as Agent Phoenix got close up and personal, and whispered menacingly into his ear, “Don’t call out or make any abrupt movements. Just do as we say and you will be safe.”