"You're home now, Ice."<br/><br/>Patrick turned the car off in his driveway. He lived in a middle class neighborhood. His was a ranch style house, like millions of others in the U.S.<br/><br/>He opened the back door and slid his bundle out. Unintelligible grunts and attempts at speech filtered through her layered gag. The sounds were nice and soft. Harmless.<br/><br/>He hefted Ice over his shoulder, made sure the curvy girl was balanced, and carried her to the front porch. It was almost 3:30 a.m.<br/><br/>Inside, Patrick carried her downstairs to the basement. "I bought you a bunch of clothes, hon. I'll show them to you tomorrow. But for tonight I picked out a cute PJ set."<br/><br/>In the basement was a 10x12 foot area that he had caged off. He separated it in the corner with six foot high wrought iron that he custom ordered from Home Depot.<br/><br/>She wouldn't be able to climb over it, but it didn't really matter because Patrick planned to keep her restrained 24/7 until she loved him.<br/><br/>In the middle of the area was a heavy metal chair that was bolted to the floor.<br/><br/>Patrick opened the gate portion of the fence and carried Ice inside. He placed her on the chair. Waiting for them was a box of various restraints.<br/><br/>"There you go," he said, smiling.<br/><br/>"Welcome home."