Myself

Whatever I chose, I would be barefoot again in front of my tormentors. While I took off my boot myself, it also brought memory back to me. "Good, little Becky! Just let it fall down now!" With a tear in my eyes I did as Constance asked of me and dropped my boot.

My bare feet on the cold stairs made it clear to me, again, what was going on and what might happen next. "As long as Ben isn't going to share other memories," I thought anxiously, "because I think Constance is going to perform them all. And god Ben and his crew did some things with me." Despite this thought and this state of affairs, we came upstairs to the media room. "Nice view here," said Ben, "that reminds me of that time at school in the library. Remember Becky?"