Junior and The Wanzor looked at each other. As one they turned to the newly fifteen year old girl and said, "Who are you and what have you done with o...r Vee?" You old hags ... get out of my life!" she said, "I'm running this show now." She wound the watch and disappeared.The Wanzor and Junior looked shocked, "Who was that?" Wendy Wanzor asked."Damned if I know," said Junior, "But it certainly wasn't one of us."She formed her bubble."Where to?" asked Wendy."Where she asked me to go before she. Each thrash of the cane was like blinding, searing pain of light acrossmy whole body. Each stroke made me writhe in pain, even with the tightbindings. Somewhere, from the edges of my awareness I heard Eve countout each stroke. And each stroke was all I felt. Nothing else seemed toexist. The relentless stroke and after agonising stroke. Tears flowedfrom the first stroke and dripped, with the frothing saliva from mygagged mouth into an ever widening pool on the wooden floor beneath me. I had no. “Just look! I might be joining Karla Kosta in slavery. I would be associating with the greatest hero, the most beautiful woman, and the truly shining light of our country. If we had a statue of liberty here in Prague, it would be a statue of Karla Kosta. Me? Able to associate with her?” To the horror of the onlookers, the girl was now crying uncontrollably, but kept her head up and let her tears stream unchecked down her cheeks.Indicating Karla she continued, “This young woman, beloved by God. I promise if you stop right now I won’t mention anything to your Father. This doesn’t have to,” Monique moved her foot from her Mother’s chest and placed it now heavily on her mouth to gag her.“You are such a stupid bitch Mum. Is this all it takes to shut you up, my fucking foot on your mouth?” Monique laughs out loud, “We should have done this months ago.”Sharon grabbed at her daughter’s ankle while gagged by her foot to try and alleviate the pressure but with the entire weight of the lightly.