<strong>Mordecai ~ checking on Emma</strong><br/><br/>The darkness was Mordecai's friend. The darkness had special rules for time and sound that light forbid. Time stretched forever in darkness. Sound seemed so very close and without direction. Both happened without warning.<br/><br/>Along with time and sound, touch had special conditions in the darkness. Touch, any kind of touch was always a surprise. It was as if touch happened like a rap from behind.<br/><br/>There was nothing better for training a bitch then chaining her alone in the dark to wait.<br/><br/>Glasses on.  Hatch open. Mordecai entered isolation room number 4. The only thing he did quickly was close the door. He walked to the hook on the wall and stopped. His eyes on her every second as he removed his jacket.<br/><br/>The way she lay aroused him. Helpless and waiting. He wanted.