An autograph? Really? But it made sense. By giving the young man what he wanted, Frank got rid of him. She signed and then let him push her down again cuffing her hands behind her back once more. The room was in a disarray which really serves to reflect her current state of affairs. Bras and belts were handing over the drawers, shoes atop the dresser, her lipsticks strewn about, and scarves now festooned the cheap motel lamp.<br/><br/>Lauren closed her eyes grateful not to be in that chair again. Who knows what his plans were next. She loathed him, but at least he let her pee and drink water. Water had never tasted as good as it had just now.<br/><br/>Now she needed him to expect and accept her compliance and then she would strike.