’ Stinkerface dashed back into her playroom and pulled out the first book she could find. She ran back to the comfy chair, where she threw the book ...ight on Deeda’s lap. It was a coloring book. ‘Oh, Rachel, Deeda can’t read you a coloring book.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because there aren’t any words. Go pick another book.’ ‘BUT I WANT TO HEAR THAT BOOK!’ Stinkerface shouted so loud that T.O.T covered her ears. ‘If you don’t read me that book, Deeda, I am going to scream and scream and scream until daddy. He does not know his real name and asks to be called Mark.When the narrator refers to him, he is Lewis. When addressed by the new people in his life he is MarkToward the end I indicate where the story stops being narrated and becomes first person. Obviously a person with no memory has a difficult time telling a story well.It is nice to think you would be able to function in a certain manner when confronted with an event you find to be traumatic. In reality, you may respond in a completely. Attached her wrists, almost tenderly, his touch making her shudder, knowing he was going to really ‘go to town’ now! He had Terry lift her from the ground by two full inches under her feet. The cuffs were agony, cutting into her wrists, her legs akimbo as she had this hard wax block holding her apart, digging its edges into her inner leg tops, her belly, such as it was, and dragging at her pubes, her lovely curls knowing getting them clean again would entail much pain, then having the thought,. I said no..... I can't hurt you the way you want me to. Then she went ballistic. She took the full force of her young little body and pushed me on the bed jumped on top of me and said yes you will you will hurt me and you will enjoy it do you undrestand daddy? thats your job now to give me the pain I need!. Ok yea she's all fucked up in the head but if thats what she wants I'm going to give it to her just the way she asked for it. My psycho little gril slut.Having been given my orders I planed.