With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. xxx18 Once it’s dry, braid it into a tight ponytail.” He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, “something to hold onto later.” He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his wife. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. “Hold her ankles,” he told Erica, “and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor.” Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear free of her chest, as she was
