.. transformation. Hell, who am I kidding. I have no idea how long it's been now. So much has changed, and none of it that I liked. These people are p...ychotic, and they know it. Two days ago, or whenever the hell it was, I had been hitch hiking near the Oregon-California border, heading north. It was pretty country, mostly forested, and the sun was shining through the dense trees.A van pulled up beside me, two guys inside. They looked clean and ordinary, probably college students somewhere.. Ivy had her left hand on top of his blond head, as if keeping him in his place.Charles's tongue and jaw had been working on Ivy's cunt until 9PM. By then Megan and Katherine left Ivy's bedroom, to do their own things."You are such a good slave Charles!!" Ivy said.She patted Charles on his head while he was still crouched down. His thighs were aching. His jaw was tired. His tongue felt wobbly. He felt weight on his nipples because the chains attached to them were holding the tray up. He had. "No type of ray gun, needler or stunner works on Mother," he growled. "Their electronics have been disabled. Your puny attempt frightens me not."I dotted him between his eyes for his pains.A silenced CZ 70 is the best of weapons if you want your victim to realize his folly. I was using full metal jacketed bullets, hand loaded to just under 800 feet per second. The bullet doesn't kill immediately. It might be possible to do a frontal lobotomy with one, if the bullet didn't rattle around. Alas,. "Molly Amelia Jones was shot by a mugger who'd attempted to steal her purse and phone," Amia explained. "She ran off, and was shot in the back. She was dead before help arrived." I remember that ... I ran off, and I felt a pain in my back, before it just ... stopped," Molly said. "Then the man turned up and told me I was dead." Molly, I'm sorry, but ... you are dead," David told her."So how are you here?" Molly asked him. "Are you dead too?" No, it's ... look, I can explain everything," David.