She had caught the earliest possible flight to Houston that she could, and now that she had arrived, Saphirra couldn't help but to nervously wonder why her master had summoned here. The last that she had spoken to him on Monday night, her master hadn't mentioned any express reason as to why Saphirra would be so desperately needed in Texas only two days later.

If this was some short notice meeting that each of her fellow Ministry members were required to all attend, then Saphirra would have surely known about it beforehand.

However, that clearly wasn't the case.

When Saphirra had reached out to the rest of the Ministry, no one outside of herself had been invited to her master's home. From as much as she could gather, outside of Paul Bearer, Saphirra would be the only person here today, which made her all the more anxious.

What could her master possibly want with just she and she alone?

On one hand, Saphirra could see the appeal in her master only inviting her to his home. After all, she was his most loyal servant. Maybe what her master required was only something that she could accomplish.

But on the other hand, what if she had done something wrong again? What if she had done something to personally offend her master or even displease him once again?

Since discipling her over her actions from a few weeks ago, Saphirra was constantly on pins and needles, in an attempt to do any and everything in her power, in order to rectify her egregious errors.

But what if that wasn't enough? What if her master was going to punish her all over again, or even worse, banish her from the Ministry?

Staring out of the backseat window of the traveling taxi nervously, Saphirra could see her master's ranch coming closer into view.

"This is it," she said to herself jaggedly.

It was truly now or never.

After passing through the security gate, the yellow taxi finally came to a stop in front of her master's home. Gathering the last of her courage, Sapirra inhaled and exhaled deeply.

Her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest.

Since she was still on crutches, and would be for the next several days, the female cab driver exited the vehicle and graciously opened the door for her, along with helping Saphirra with her belongings.

Maneuvering herself out of the vehicle, once she had somewhat stabilized herself, Saphirra took a long look around the magnificent acreage that was her master's home. Everything seemed to be rather pleasant and calm. The birds were chirping, there was a lovely breeze blowing, and both a butterfly and a dragonfly quickly whisked across her face, as well.

She took this as a sign of God's mercy shining down upon her. Still, things seemed a little too calm.

She just couldn't help but to feel that something horrible was about to happen… As she went about paying the driver and even thanking her for her hospitality, Saphirra's senses quickly kicked in.

Turning her head to the side in a heartbeat, with his dark hair neatly tied behind him, and his large, tattooed arms folded firmly across his chest, along with a perfect scowl etched across his face, stood Saphirra's master.

She was nearly shaking with trepidation.

He looked absolutely menacing, which made the inside of her palms sweat profusely. She could only imagine what he must have been feeling, especially after losing his title. She, however, just sincerely hoped that her master wouldn't take his anger out on her, even if she did deserve it.

She could imagine what he would do to her now.

Taking a deep breath, while turning completely to face him on her crutches, Saphirra heard the horn of the taxi blow twice, as the driver slowly descended back down the driveway.

"This is it," she said to herself nervously. "This is my moment of truth."

Staring back at him with visible nervousness, Saphirra could easily tell by his demeanor that her master wasn't in a very talkative mood. Still, he had summoned her for a very specific reason.

The suspense of exactly why was absolutely maddening. Had she done something wrong?

Knowing that she hadn't received his permission to enter his home, Saphirra nearly jumped when her master casually bent over, grabbed her traveling bag, and placed it across his shoulder.

Apparently since she was injured, Mark was going to carry her luggage for her, which was honestly shocking for her. After all, it was only a few months ago when, even after being hauled in the back of a rental sedan's trunk like a side of meat, her master had still ordered her to carry a very large duffel bag, which contained several heavy chains inside that insane asylum.

She realized, however, that things were obviously different now.

Back then, Saphirra hadn't quite proven herself to the man that she sincerely hoped to serve for the rest of her life. Now, even with the few setbacks that she had faced, Saphirra felt that she had undoubtedly earned her master's favor.

So of course he was carrying her bag, she felt. Her master must have felt that she was worthy.

Watching as he stared back at her, while obviously taking in more of her grunge attire, Mark casually opened his arm and signaled for Saphirra to walk inside.

Biting her lower lip and exhaling deeply, Saphirra began to maneuver herself through the entranceway, but jumped when she felt her master grab her by the arm, halting her. Staring back at him with trembling eyes, Saphirra watched carefully as her master said to her darkly, "Go to your room in the basement. I'll be there in a moment."

Though she hated staying in the basement, especially with her claustrophobia being so unbearable at times, Saphirra, knowing that she had no other choice in the matter, subserviently nodded her head and answered meekly, "Yes, Master."

In her mind, she was lucky to be staying at her master's home at all. After all, her master was a very private man, and he could have easily had her residing in a nearby hotel. Yes, she didn't want to be in the basement, but she accepted her master's grace nonetheless.

He was such a caring and understanding person. Obediently, Saphirra hobbled down the stairs and into the recesses of her master's estate.

What would happen next, however, she had no idea.

At least an hour had past since Saphirra had last seen her master. The suspense was maddening.

Her master had summoned her to his home, but hadn't yet explained why he wanted her there. And now she was left to wonder so many different things.

Had she done something wrong? What if she was being punished? What if her master was kicking her out of the Ministry? If so, then where would she go from here? How could she possibly survive without her master's guidance?

Saphirra was so nervous about a possible transgression that she may have unknowingly committed that she found herself fidgeting with her hands uncontrollably. Her knees were shaking; she felt nauseous.

She was just a nervous wreck and all she wanted was solace; to find out that everything was truly ok and that her master had finally forgiven her.

But then again… what if he hadn't…

As she wrung her fingers anxiously in front of her, Saphirra couldn't help but to feel that maybe her master was intentionally making her wait to test her limits. After all, though he was exceptionally charming and gracious, Saphirra was well-aware of how cold and callous he could be.

Maybe him making her wait like this was just another test that he wanted her to pass.

Unable to stand the wait any longer, Saphirra placed her crutches underneath her arms, pulled herself up from her seat on the bed, and walked over to a large mirror on an adjacent wall. With her blue eyes plagued with worry, Saphirra realized that her overall appearance, from her hair, to her wrinkled red and gray plaid grunge pants, were just overall disheveled.

She looked like she was in a state of panic — partly because she was.

Gazing down at herself and attempting to freshen up her appearance before her master saw her like this, Saphirra found herself jumping in place, when she heard a slight knock at the door. With her lip trembling, Saphirra looked back at herself in the mirror and watched from behind as her master slowly entered the room.

She attempted to look calm.

After all, she didn't want him to think that she was incapable of performing her duties. However, she had never been one to hide just how terrified she truly was of him, especially since he clearly had gone out of his way to keep her in suspense.

Keeping eye contact with him in the mirror, Saphirra carefully watched as her master stood behind her, with his gaze quickly falling onto her injured ankle. From what he had been informed, Saphirra's lateral ankle sprain was only acute at best; she'd be perfectly fine within a week or so.

And within that week's time, Saphirra would have a very important job to do. Just like he had informed Stephanie, as someone who had professional wrestling experience, Saphirra would simply have to work through the pain.

Watching as he reached out and entangled his hands into her hair, Saphirra attempted to maintain normal breathing as much as possible. She didn't want to make him think that she couldn't trust him.

Lowering his head to her ear, as he continued to massage his fingers through her hair, Saphirra watched as her master stated breathily, "Stephanie's gone to the salon."

Biting her lower lip, since she had been wondering just where her master's wife could have been all this time, knew that he was telling her this for a very specific reason. While this may have been throw away information to anyone else, Saphirra couldn't help but to feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

There was a reason why her master wanted her to know this and it could not have been good.

Mark wanted to instill a sense of urgency in Saphirra; he wanted to make her think. Her chest was already rising and falling rapidly, and he took pleasure in her fright.

Continuing to massage her hair into his hands, as he watched her bright eyes bounce up and down in the mirror before him, Mark, with his warm breath trickling across the nape of her neck, asked his servant a very simple question:

"Do you remember when I called you a slut?"

Watching her gulp nervously, Mark watched Saphirra's eyes slowly dart to the floor. She could remember that night in the Joe Louis Arena all too well. This was the night that the Ministry had attacked both Mick and Kenny in the building's boiler room.

While she shrieked in horror from the sidelines, her master had grabbed her by hair and called her that awful, awful word. It was after this night that she vowed to never disappoint him again. She vowed to dedicate her entire life to him, not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

She felt that her rightful place in this world was to serve her master, no matter the costs.

And in hindsight, Saphirra truly felt that not only had she made the right decision, but that she was also deserving of such a harsh tongue lashing, as well. She had disappointed him.

Quickly realizing that she was never to break eye contact with him, Saphirra's eyes instantly darted back up to her master's awaiting image in the mirror. With her blue orbs trembling in visible fear, Saphirra nodded slowly, acknowledging her master's question.

"How could I not remember this night?"

Then, without warning, Saphirra felt her master's grip tighten around the roots of her scalp. The pain in her head was excruciating! His grip was iron-tight! She looked back at him in complete terror, and as she saw a look of evil laced in his eyes, she realized that her master wanted her to audibly respond.

He demanded words.

Stuttering in her response, nearly too frightened to even produce sound, Saphirra somehow managed through tears, "Yes, sir, Master."

In her worry plagued mind, Saphirra honestly felt that she had completely rehabbed her position within the Ministry. Not only had she nearly had her ankle snapped by her brother, but she had also secured the services of — —, who had proven instrumental in Shawn Michaels defeating Steve Austin.

In her rapid attempt to make sense out of all this, the only reason why her master was even reminding her of this awful night in Detroit was because he wanted to apologize to her.

"Yes, that's it!" she tossed mentally. "I've earned his favor again!"

Staring back at him with a look of both hope and fear, Saphirra watched as master slowly unclenched her hair from his fist. She could instantly feel the blood rushing back into her head. But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he instead gripped her face by the chin, holding her in place.

Gaining her full, unbridled attention, Mark could feel Saphirra's lighter body trembling beneath his. He liked exerting his will over her, so much so that he began to clench his free hand into the base of her scalp once more.

And just like he had done on the floor of that hotel balcony, he pushed and pulled at Saphirra, while simultaneously yanking her head back and forth into his hand. He liked the feeling of helplessness that he could exhume from her. It was an exhilarating emotion for him.

With his hands still busily attempting to remold her facial features, Mark whispered into Saphirra's ear deviously, answering his own question, "I called you a slut because you are."

With her eyes lighting up with shock, before her tears could even fall, Saphirra felt her crutches being snatched from underneath her. Watching as her two mobility aids flew to either side of the room, she was now left to hobble on one foot alone!

She just didn't understand this. She thought that she had done everything right!

Seeing her master walk in front of her — towering over her once again — as her panicked eyes instantly began to stare at the ground blankly, unsure of what was about to happen, Saphirra felt Mark lift her face back up to eye level.

Staring back at him nervously, instead of anger and rage, Mark's facial features were much softer and refined. He didn't look angry at all. Still, she of all people was well-aware of the fact that her master's disposition could change in an instant.

And yet… she didn't sense immediate danger from him. In fact, it looked as if her master was actually intrigued by something.

Watching carefully as he slowly began to caress her face, a stark departure from the death-like grip that he once held her with, Saphirra watched Mark say to her, "You know as well as I do that winning backing my title means everything, both to me and the entire Ministry.

"And Saphirra, you are a very vital component in regaining my title. Do I make myself clear?"

Jumping in place as he stuck his long index finger directly in her face, Saphirra swallowed and nodded nervously. She was terrified, and though she was still hobbling on one leg, she watched carefully as Mark slowly traced his finger across her collarbone, before casually tracing across the top of her breasts in her leather, black bustier.

Eyeing his finger carefully, Saphirra slowly refocused her attention back onto her master's face. No matter how terrified she was, she had to remember to keep focus. She had to remain the dutiful and obedient servant that she was trained to be.

Shaking rapidly, Saphirra then heard her master say to her with urgency, "What is required from your Saphirra is this: my brother is being flown in today. Your purpose — your sole purpose — is to do whatever it takes to get my brother on our side. Do you understand me?"

Though she was initially confused, by the stress in her master's voice, and by the look in his eyes, Saphirra could instantly tell what her master required from her.

He wanted her to sleep with Kane! Though he hadn't outright verbalized any of this yet, Saphirra knew her master well-enough to know that he didn't have to. And though she was loyal, Saphirra truly wanted to break down and cry.

Kane was a monster; a freak. She wasn't even attracted to him. She felt ast if she was being punished all over again, and all she wanted to know now was why. She thought that she had done everything right!

She thought that her master had finally forgiven her.

But now, in no uncertain terms, he was ordering her to sleep with his deformed brother? Did this mean that he was still angry with her? Was this his way of punishing her? She was still hobbling on a bum ankle, and now she had to "entertain" her master's brother?

As if he could read her mind, Mark took ahold of Saphirra's face gently, which almost brought her peace. His touch was truly one of a kind and his next few words were somewhat soothing.

"Saphirra," he said calmly, interrupting her troubling thoughts. "I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'm quite proud of you and everything that you accomplished Sunday night. I would never lie to you; you are slowly working your way back into the my good graces. But, you are not there yet."

Hearing this finally made the tears that had welled inside Saphirra's eyes to push past her eyelids and onto her face. She couldn't believe it.

Despite everything that she had done, Saphirra's master still didn't feel that she was worthy enough of forgiveness. It was torturous, especially when Mark's opinion of her mattered more to Saphirra than her very own.

She felt faint.

Seeing the agony that she was clearly in, Mark casually flicked away one of her tears, as he then said to her, "Saphirra, you made the terrible mistake by keeping secrets from me. You made the decision to lie to me. I haven't forgotten what you did nor will I ever I forget what you did.

"But... there is a chance for forgiveness."

Hearing the stress in her master's voice instantly stopped Saphirra's tears. She was still trembling, but she felt that she had a glimmer of hope. Her master was actually willing to forgive her!

Her wasn't kicking her out of the Ministry and he wasn't angry with her, either.

She now knew what direction she had to take. She was just so fortunate to have a master like the one she had…Blinking and wiping away tears, grateful to serve such a wonderful man, Saphirra stared back at him optimistically.

She was desperate to be back in his good graces, and the more that she contemplated her situation, the more that she realized that she would honestly do whatever she could in order to regain her master's favor… no matter the cost.

With her lower lip trembling in her now unwavering resolve to please him, Saphirra felt her master now massaging the tresses of her black hair into his hand once again. She felt almost at ease.

"See… he's not angry with you."

Smiling back at him with great relief, Saphirra watched as her master looked back and smile at her, as well. Mark now had his one-way ticket to becoming the WWF Champion.

The next several days were deliberate and meticulous. Everything had a purpose, and in his quest of becoming a four-time WWF Champions, Mark left no stone unturned.

Following Saphirra's arrival in Houston, Paul Bearer, alongside Glenn, both arrived to Mark's home on Friday, which had proven to be no easy task. In fact, despite the fact that he was Glenn's father, Paul revealed sometime after in a phone call that his son had actually assaulted him!

Had it not been for his own quick thinking, frantically mentioning that Mark wanted to make amends with his little brother, then Glenn would have ripped Paul from limb to limb. Not only had Paul shown up to his residence unannounced, but Glenn clearly had't forgotten how his own flesh and blood, both his father and his brother, had turned their collective backs only a few months ago.

Because of this, Glenn had been left to all alone, to basically fend for himself, for the first time in his life. Though he would eventually find himself as a member of the Corporation, even he was aware of the fact that Vince McMahon only using him, in his quest to expand his literal human army.

He didn't care about Glenn at all.

And yet, despite both Mark and Paul turning on him and forming the Ministry of Darkness, Glenn still decided follow his father to Houston. Despite everything that he and his family had gone through, Glenn still longed for familial companionship.

He wanted a relationship with his father and his brother, which is exactly what Mark and Stephanie were banking on. They had to exploit Glenn's weaknesses, and if handled properly, Stone Cold Steve Austin's days as WWF Champion were as good as numbered.

Following Glenn's arrival, Stephanie, realizing that she had just as much on the line as Mark did, resumed her former role of victim, which honestly wasn't hard for her to do. Despite the fact that he was wearing regular street clothes — a windbreaker set, paired with a black ski mask to hide his scarred face — Glenn was still a massive man.

He easily dwarfed any normal sized man, and seeing him outside of a WWF arena only added to Stephanie's angst, even though this had been all her idea. Not only that, but both Mark and Stephanie could visibly see and feel Glenn's obvious apprehension.

There were obviously certain things that Stephanie hadn't thought of when cooking up this entire scheme of her's.

What if Sean's relationship with Glenn superseded the relationship that Mark once had with his younger brother? What if Glenn had second thoughts and suddenly flipped out in a fit of hysteria?

Stephanie clearly hadn't put much thought into any of those scenarios, and now that she was standing face to face with him, all of those what-if's suddenly hit her like a sack of bricks. Not to mention the fact that Stephanie hadn't actually anticipated Glenn staying at her home.

She had always been under the assumption that Mark would arrange for Glenn to stay in a nearby hotel, and now that she realized that he wasn't, Stephanie not only became fearful for her own safety, but for Mark's, as well.

After all, Paul himself was still physically flustered after being manhandled by his giant son. What if he suddenly came after her? Still, Stephanie had to find her resolve.

She couldn't turn back now, no matter what she may have been feeling.

After welcoming Glenn into their home, Mark treated Stephanie like an overworked field peasant, with a few minor exceptions to her previous experience. Unlike when she was tasked to wait on Lexi and those other bimbos hand and foot, Mark and Stephanie were both on the same page.

They both had an unspoken, synchronous energy that reverberated between them as husband and wife.

Whenever Mark would as so much as snap his fingers, Stephanie was dutifully awaiting his every need. And when she wasn't, she made herself as scarce as possible, which further sold the illusion that Vince McMahon's daughter was truly Mark's property.

Stephanie even exchanged several rather unpleasant glances with Glenn, as if she was silently begging for his help, which he didn't provide.

Mark presented a strong sense of leadership to Glenn, something that he himself could never truly accomplish. While he had shown more humanly characteristics over these past few weeks, Glenn realized that throughout his entire life, he had always been under the thumb of someone else.

Whether it was director of his former mental institution, his father, or even Vince McMahon, Glenn had always had someone to guide him through life. And honestly, Glenn relished in having this type of security blanket. In his mind, life was simply much easier to navigate when you had people to help you along, which is why he had even agreed to even meet with his brother in his first place.

Despite all of their issues, Glenn still looked up to his big brother. After all, Mark Calaway was the single most powerful man in all of sports entertainment, and Glenn looked at this as a positive.

In his troubled mind, Glenn secretly felt that with enough time, he and Mark could truly mend their broken relationship, which became visibly apparent throughout the rest of the evening. Despite the fact that he was wearing such a dark mask, everyone — Paul, Mark, Stephanie, and even Saphirra — could tell by his relaxed body language that Glenn was truly starting to come around.

He was buying into everything that his brother was preaching. Kane's conversion so to speak, Mark felt, was well-within reach. While Mark continued to preach the gospel of unity to his brother, Saphirra made several "underhanded" passes at Glenn whenever she felt that he was watching.

In order to lure him in, Saphirra's affections had to appear as discreet as possible, even though Mark was well-aware of her actions. If she came on too strongly, then Glenn, despite being intellectually challenged, would eventually figure out everything, which none of them could afford.

Therefore, Saphirra "subtly" flirted with Glenn throughout the day. From exchanging seductive glances at him, to biting her lower lip, to even brushing her hand against his, Saphirra sent clear and distinct messages of wanting and lust, both of which Glenn had never experienced before.

Time would only tell, however, if her messages were actually getting through to him, yet both Stephanie and Mark were still optimistic. They had no other choice but to be.

The next day was Saturday.

While Stephanie's apprehensions about Glenn spending the weekend with them were still there, they weren't as loud as they were before. Whether it was she simply adjusting to his presence, but Stephanie found that Glenn wasn't nearly as much trouble as she thought that he may be.

While she was expecting a wild, ruthless, brute of a man, Glenn, throughout the entirety of his visit, had proven to be calm, gentle, and overall well-mannered. Glenn's true nature was absolutely surreal to her.

She hadn't been expecting this at all.

It was the crack of dawn, and as Stephanie made her way downstairs, in preparation of making a very hearty breakfast for their now group of five, she found that once she made her way into the kitchen, that Glenn and Saphirra were still sitting outside on the patio together.

As they were still somewhat illuminated under the dying embers of the fire pit, Stephanie could see the two of them — or at least Saphirra — carrying out a conversation with one another.

To her surprise, not only were they still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, which meant that neither of them had gone to bed, not even after she and Mark had retired to their own room, but Saphirra's disposition also looked to be liveliest that she had seen in several weeks.

Not only was she genuinely smiling and even laughing, but Stephanie could easily see that a lot of the old Saphirra, or rather the old Ryan, was shining through her newer, more darker personality. It was honestly refreshing to see Saphirra look to be so genuinely happy and at ease with her surroundings, especially since Stephanie knew what awaited her fate within the Ministry…

Even Glenn looked to be more at ease.

Though he was still non-verbal, by Glenn's body language alone, Stephanie could also tell that he was also actually enjoying Saphirra's company. In comparison, when both he and Mark were discussing their relationship earlier, Glenn seemed rather tense and apprehensive.

On one hand, Stephanie couldn't blame Glenn for being cautious. The two of them had never had the best relationship, and when they were on the same page, their relationship ended, both abruptly and violently.

But with Saphirra, Glenn actually seemed rather calm and relaxed; he didn't seem nervous or tense. And neither did Saphirra. She was actually enjoying herself so much that it honestly appeared that she had completely forgotten that her entire purpose in all of this was to seduce Glenn.

Stephanie even observed Saphirra placing a calming hand on top of Glenn's, which he initially shied away from. He was rarely used to anyone's touch, much less a woman's.

He didn't know what to think.

Etching closer to the door, which was still slightly ajar from the night prior, Stephanie could faintly make out part of what Saphirra was saying.

Realizing that she had undoubtedly jumped the gun, Stephanie heard Saphirra quickly apologize. "Sorry," she said meekly, as she nervously tucked a tuft of black hair behind her ear. "It's just… I just know what it's like to be cast away, you know? To want acceptance from an older brother."

Knowing that she had potentially done too much, even with the smallest of gestures, Saphirra attempted to take her leave. It was already dawn and she hadn't gotten any sleep. And yet, even as she told him, "I won't keep you any longer," this time, it was Glenn who found himself reaching out to her.

Even he didn't know what he was doing.

After all, Glenn had never reached out to anyone for companionship… and this frightened him. Finding himself slowly pulling his hand away from her, instead of being angry or upset, Saphirra happily obliged to Glenn's request for her to continue to sit with him.

It was clear that both Glenn and Saphirra both enjoyed being in the other's company, so they continued to sit with each other, even as the sun continued to rise in the east.

The remainder of Saturday was mostly a rinse and repeat Friday. Mark and Glenn continued to forge more of a brotherly bond, with Mark driving the conversation and Glenn following along.

In the midst of all of this, Stephanie found herself so busy that she didn't even have time to inform her husband what she had witnessed between Saphirra and Glenn earlier in the morning.

Not only did she have to prepare both breakfast and lunch, as well as pack for she and her husband's flight back out to the Carolina's, but with the following day being Independence Day, Mark and Stephanie had invited newlyweds, Kristen and John, along with Meagan, Kevin, Liz, and Tommy, to a small gathering to celebrate the nation's birthday.

Mark was smart enough to realize that with Glenn's introverted nature, that he wouldn't feel comfortable with socializing and meeting new people. And even though this small gathering had been scheduled for at least a week now, Mark could have easily postponed the celebration all together.

Instead, he used the knowledge of his brother's lack of social skills to his own advantage.

While each of his friends, and even new acquaintances, Liz and Tommy, all filled into his home, Mark casually crept downstairs and into the basement.

As he slowly descended down the steps, he could hear Kristen's shrieks of excitement about being in Tommy mere presence. And though Mark was very familiar with the lead guitarist of the Infamous Skulls, at the moment, he had far more pertinent, more urgent matters to attend to.

There was a reason that Saphirra's temporary living quarters down in the basement. Because shortly before the crowd of people arrived to his home, Mark casually suggested that Glenn make himself at home downstairs, as well…

Slowly creeping down the stairs until he was at the base of the steps, Mark carefully veered around. He didn't see his brother nor his servant, and everything was quiet… too quiet in fact.

No one was sitting in the living room or in the kitchenette; the lights were dark to both the game room and the theater, and they surely weren't in the bathroom, Mark felt. Neither of them had gone back upstairs, because either Mark or Stephanie surely would have seen them.

There could have been only one other room that they could have possibly been tucked away in.

Stalking slowly to the last room, Mark carefully pressed his ear against the door to the bedroom, where he could hear the faint sounds of a female, along with the sounds of a muffled, male voice, coming from the inside.

Knowing that the door was actually closed, Mark, with the ease of big cat on the prowl, slowly turned the door handle, just far enough that he could peer inside.

And what he saw next greatly pleased him.

While his brother was wearing a similar outfit to the one that he had worn on yesterday, with his black mask still covering his face, Saphirra was bent over by the waist, nearly straddling him. And what she was currently wearing was far more seductive than her usual grunge garb.

With her long, voluminous hair slightly curled and flowing down her back, Saphirra was now donning a very sexy, black, leather, caged lingerie number. She was also wearing an O-ring chocker, black, fishnet tights, and skintight, black, thigh-high latex boots, as well.

She looked as if she could pose for the cover of Playboy.

And while Mark was somewhat in awe, he quickly came to the realization that while he may have seen Saphirra in the buff more times than he could remember, this was not the same for his brother. Not only was this his first time ever seeing Saphirra nearly naked, but this was undoubtedly his first time seeing any woman like this.

This was confirmed by not only his brother's posture on the bed, which was rigid and unmoving, but he could also hear Glenn's anxious panting and breathing coming through his mask, as well.

Glenn was aroused, but he was also frightened. He didn't know what to make of this.

Saphirra could also sense that this was Glenn's very first time experiencing anything like this, so as she stood back to her full height, and brought her hands to her hips, she stared back at him tantalizingly and assured calmly, "Shh… I promise that I'm not going to hurt you."

Then slowly, Saphirra sensually worked her hands across her arms and eventually behind her back, where she settled to undo her bra. Slowly and carefully, Saphirra eased the top of her lingerie down to her lower body, until the vidid image of her pierced nipples were on full display in front of him.

Glenn on the other hand still didn't know what to make of any of this. He was excited. His body was feeling things that he had honestly never felt before. But he was also frightened. He didn't know what Saphirra was doing.

But he couldn't turn away…

Allowing her bra to fall the floor, Mark could see Glenn's eyes from behind his mask quickly gazing from the floor back up to Saphirra's exposed breasts. Before he could react any further, Saphirra slowly began straddling him once again, which gave Mark another pristine shot of her ass.

Slowly working herself on top of him, Saphirra carefully gripped Glenn's hands and brought them up to cup her perfectly sized breasts. Unlike previously, however, Glenn didn't shy away from her.

He was far too much in both a state of both shock and a panic to even respond. And yet, while Saphirra manually gave instruction on how to work her body, Mark, as he slowly eased the door closed, could hear Saphirra say to Glenn once again, "I'll show you what it's like to be with a woman."

With this, Mark, with a look of evil success etched across his face, carefully ascended back up the stairs and back to his small gathering.

His mission was nearly complete.