Aunt Isobel went there again last night, and this is the third day since my last entry. I desperately wanted to follow her again. I did not. One must prove to oneself that one has some control! I did not follow her. I am proud of that.
But I could not go to sleep, and all I could think about was that place, and them.
All day today Aunt Isobel had worn a black leather choker. I have said nothing about it. I am sure that she would have some clever explanation. But I know what it is, that leather band about her neck. He must have ordered her not to remove it.
Oh. I have, noticed that she has not sat down all day today, too, and she walks… strangely. I cannot keep my mind off what might have happened to her there.
I have been reading Stoker's Dracula. Even that evokes erotic images and thoughts. The Master, Dracula, coming by night to his women…
Help.