There are over seven hundred names there. You will notice that more than half of them have ‘deceased’ penciled in next to their names. A quarter o... them are institutionalized or undergoing aggressive therapy. Many of them have committed suicide rather than live with what was done to them.” Even now, the thought of what those slavers had done to people angered him. He was fortunate that he had never been left alone with one of them.The men in the room were overwhelmed by the sheer volume of. She would then drive to the far corner and park. Mark would make his way through the trees and appear as one of the potential cunt hunters.Sandy's heart was beating hard and she had butterflies in her stomach. She got out of the car, went round to the other side, and got into the front passenger seat.A 'shadow' emerged from the trees and slowly approached the car at the rear passenger side. Sandy was relieved to see it was Mark and she relaxed a little and reclined the seat.Mark felt a thrill. A stain of a similarcolor began to form on the front of it. A voice, muffled from outside thebathroom door, echoed in. "Natie? Are you in there, being naughty?"It was Marcus. Nathan bit his lip as he pushed his dick back down towardsthe toilet, to finish what he started. His mind was flooding with panic.He remembered Horatio mentioning they went out for coffee every saturdaymorning! He hadn't heard anyone else moving around in the house, either!How could Marcus be here? He almost responded,. I guess my boyfriend was feeling tiered because he lay down on the bed in his room. It was a little odd to me, being that the night was so young, and very weird because it was the same bed Kathryn was sitting on the corner of. My man motioned for me to join him. I was glad too, mainly to keep that bitch away from my property. By this time we had stopped pre-drinking. ‘You guys ready to go?’ Kathryn asked. ‘In a minute.’ My boyfriend said. ‘Let’s just chill for awhile.’ Kathryn let out a huff..