<span style="font-weight: bold">Widow's father looked at him. Pushing by him and laid his gagged and wrist bound son on the bed. Turning to look at him and smirked a bit. "Is that so? Well don't tell me about it. Just enjoy yourself. I happen to know for sure my sweet little wall flower...is a virgin. In all ways. Feel free to exploit this however you feel suitable." He said simply. Heading toward s the door. "Oh and...make sure you make a good recording." He said with a sick smile on his face. Looking at Jonathon and then at Widow. He stopped at the door to listen to his question. "I am going to have a friend of mine hack into their mainframe. Yet I have a feeling she isn't...I want to be absolutely sure. Yes...we do need to make sure of that." He snickered at the males words. "I wouldn't say stupid...I'd go more will naively innocent minded and quite gullible." he stopped for a moment as he grabbed the door. "By the way...you have permission to touch Widow...anytime you wish after this mandatory punishment time. Just thought you'd like to know. I know you will love his perfect body. He gets it from his mother. I imagine he has smooth hairless skin that is soft as silk. A round but perfectly sized tight ass. After all...his mother did and he is almost her spitting image and would be had he been female. The room you are in is soundproof by the way. So do ANYTHING you wish to." He then shut the door and walked off. He was going to hunt down the man he had mentioned. Vanishing into shadows and into the night.</span><br/><br/>Widow's head hurt. His mind was swirling but the only thing he could think for sure was...at least he protected Victoria and her room. He whimpered when he tried to move his wrist he found they were tightly clasped together. He felt blurry visioned and light headed. He heard the males talking. He heard the words play thing...and everthing. His mind trying to process and register. He felt something soft and his vision cleared up. He looked around and felt a large sense of panic. Muffedly trying to say he wanted to go to his room. That he didn't want to be here. He tried to get his wrists free. He was chewing on his gag to get it out. He was trying to find something to position himself against to use his legs to push himself up so he could run. It wasn't working. He looked around. This room had a dark and sinister feeling. He whimpered as he remembered the conversation this older scary male that had always looked at him in a creepy way had had with his father. He tried to figure out a way to escape. He desperately wanted to get away. He wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen. He just knew it was going to be evil and bad. he knew this because the man was evil and bad and the things his father had said confirmed that it was going to be very evil and bad. He whimpered as he kept trying to get away. His beautiful dress, that his father made him wear and he was too afraid not to, framed the subtle almost curve like build he had. He really was a perfectly made little smexy. He was terrified because this man was over a decade older then  him. He was fairly certain anyways.