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</div>There was a soft susurrus sound, an unintelligible whisper and Rikkie's body stiffened and her eyes did not appear focused as she listened.  If  Audrey had been looking at Rikkie's face, she might swear that Rikkie had gone into some kind of a trance.  A voice spoke in her mind and Rikkie repeated the words that she heard, as if she was confirming that she was listening.<br/><br/>"I am weak," she acknowledged with a sleepy whisper of a voice.  "No one else has heard you, so I must do your bidding."<br/><br/>Rikkie's body began stiffly to walk away from her old quarters, not waiting for Miss Corne to answer her previous question.<br/><br/>"Yes, I am a good girl and I will do as I am told," she continued answering the voice only she could hear.  "I must go back to the study.... I must go back to the study....  Then I will be told what to do next."<br/><br/>Her steps became more fluid as Rikkie allowed herself to be used.  "Oh, yes.  Please.  More than anything....," she whispered as her previously blank face briefly appeared to be expressing a feeling of rapturous pleasure, before returning to its tranced expression.