"You thought we were done right?" A whimper~ "We are not done" A plea~ "I said, I am not done" A cry~ "Understand?" A whine~ * * * When Billionaire found his anabelle, no one could do anything but see how the chess fell. * * * "Bring him safe and sound but if he resists too much...." He stopped for a while, "Well, I don't mind a busted lip or a little scrap over the forehead" He finished the call and it was silent again in the dark room. "You will be back in my arms, Darling, soon" * * *