At the sound of his voice Shadow lowered the glass from her lips and allowed a wry smile to cross them as she looked deeply at Thorn... her own eyes sparkling with the promise of this fresh experience... each one drawn into their clutches was so different, and between them, Thorn and Shadow savoured their pain<br/><br/>"Your clothes.... yes i wouldn't worry about them, they have been taken care of." she smiled, it looked genuine and in the most part it was, she had become well practised in potraying a soft sidr to the stark darkness that it covered.  Shadow's eyes drew up and down the robe he had picked up from the bathroom, "Looks like a good fit...Here, why not take a seat.  It will be some time before the machine has finished washing your clothes."  His expression seemed a little more relaxed noe, though maybe a flicker of hesitation remained, but if it did he had chosen to ignore it...<br/><br/>Thorn picked up the third glass and with a sweet smile offered it to him... "We took the liberty..." she said with a smile..."and poured you a drink." She glaced across to Shadow as his fingers wrapped around the stem and brushed against hers for a moment... in that shared look between Thorn and Shadow so much was shared and plotted.<br/><br/>Shadow watched as the rim of the glass touched against his lips... they parted and a trickle of the liquid slipped down his throat.  Shadow turned to Thorn and raised her glass... "Cheers darling"... Thorn smirked as their glasses chinked together.  They turned to watch the young man as he sat, somewhat nervously eyeing them, but he raised the glass once more and drained more of the liquid from it... it wouldn't take long for the concontion to render him unconcious.  Indeed, no sooner had Shadow drained the last from the glass than he had slumped into the seat, the glass falling from his hand and spilling what remained in it across the robe he was wearing... Shadow raised a brow "Looks like i am going to have to put the washer on after all."<br/><br/>Thorn walked towards the grand staircase, its sides were panelled in a rich dark oak, her fingers ran along the seam of one of these panels until her fingers found the point of pressure set within the join... The panel clicked inwards and the wall detached the mechanisms that held it in place and it slid easily to the side.  The moment the door was triggered it switched on a series of lights that flickered on in turn and lighted the steps that led downwards... each light pushing the darkness deeper into the lair that lay below the building. Shadow started to move him from the chair, with Thorn quickly coming to assist her... with a wry grin Thorn spoke, "See hon, this is why we could do with a man about the place sometimes."<br/><br/>They paused as they reach the bottom of the stairs... Shadow glanced up to Thorn, her forehead beaded with sweat from the exertion of bringing him deep into the lair... The last of the lights had chased away the darkness... well the safe form of it, as the darkness within the two women leached through every pore when they were down here.  The room was large and the walls of the basement made of thick heavy stone, the ceiling was heavily soundproofed, it looked greatly like a mortuary... were mortuary have taken pride of place in the depths of some twisted hell and all around lay some of the cruelest and most saditic impliments that had caught both their imagination and their eyes from their travels.<br/><br/>"So... table... or cradle..." asked Shadow as she caught her breath...<br/><br/>Thorn mused on this for a moment before answering.... "Table i think... You take his legs and lets get him up there."<br/><br/>The table was modifed sluice table... bought sometime back from a source out in Eastern Europe, it had the appearance of a normal mortuary table but with the addition of one of two improvements they had devised in order to make it fit for their purpose.   One such addition was the heavy and secures leather straps that they used on occassion to secure a victim to the table... and with their evening showing some promising plans, this was one such occassion.<br/><br/>With some exertion they lifted him onto it and taking an end each they brought the straps over his body and secured them, the fastening locking his unconcious form tightly against the table<br/><br/>Shadow bought the back of her hand to her forehead, it was sprinkled with sweat "Think i will catch a quick shower myself before we go..."<br/><br/>Thorn nodded, "Yes we really should get ready, time is getting on."  As they moved up the stairs and back into the house, Thorn paused and turned to Shadow... "Can you make sure the lights are turned off.  If he does come too while we are out, the darkness will prevent him from seeing anything we might have in store ... and besides, the price of electricity is a real killer these days..."<br/><br/>As they both entered the main hall of the house, Shadow flicked the lights off and the door slid shut, sealing him in the darkness...<br/>