"Come on lets' get out of here, this place gives me a creepy vibe...It looks too familiar...." Jacob added in nonchalantly. Tori hung back, staring at the handcuffs attached to the metal bed. Something about them seemed familiar, so familiar that the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her breath began to grow shallow. She spoke, her eyes staying on the shabby narrow bed,<br/><br/>"Jacob, don't ever shackle me, even goofing around. Please, Jacob, don't tie me down." her voice took on a higher pitched, panicked note, "Please, Jacob, please, don't..."<br/><br/>He yanked her by the arm. "Tori, what the hell. Stop fucking around." his voice was concern, puzzled and irritated all in one. The yank tore her eyes away from the shackles and she blinked as if coming out of a trance.<br/><br/>"Sorry," she said, trying to push past him into the hallway." I have nightmares about being tied down and feeling weight on me and smothering. Let's go to the kitchen for a while. I need to reset and the kitchen makes me feel safe."<br/><br/>Jacob shook his head and tugged her on down the hallway. "In a minute," he said as they found a room that must have been used as an art studio. Old canvases leaned against the wall. An easel with a half finished picture stood next to a north facing floor to ceiling window that was now covered with heavy velvet curtains. They studied the modern art, Jackson Pollack style picture with layers of red running like blood over a bucolic landscape. In a distant corner, what looked like the Crenshaw mansion was burning.<br/><br/>Tori wrinkled her nose. "Who would want to hang a picture like that?" she asked. Jacob leaned the canvases back against the wall.<br/><br/>"You don't want to see these, then," he commented. Tori did.<br/><br/>"What, let me see, OH, MY, GOD." she said all in one breath. Each one were beautifully done nudes and each was violated in some way. All the models, different models, had faces twisted with agony.  " Is this like an old fashion slasher porn thing? I get the feeling like these are not just images out of some sick imagination."<br/><br/>They blocked the door open and moved back to the hallway.