she wore the same white t-shirt of mine to bed , and all i could think about was her undressing before i strapped her to the cross-it felt like a century ago . he found himself on the wrong side of a long clump of brush hiding an enormous machine made of tree trunks . ambrose was also losing it , whom ? and it is n't my bedroom , it 's our bedroom . '' just as he 'd enjoy the prey that was soon to come . 