“Kolra, Goddess of Domination and Control, suggested that you bargain with Ciarra for your lives. How did you think Our Queen would save you and you... sister?”She started to speak a few times, then shook her head, “I never asked, but I assumed that Ciarra would send some of Kolra’s clergy. A few powerful paladins and clerics could probably stop him. Lionel probably thought the same thing.”“That’s the assumption that caused his death.”That got her attention.Her eyes snapped to mine, and she. Jean huddled frozen in fear, her legs drawn up in a tight ball in the center of the bed, her arms held tightly by the ropes above her head. She stared in wide-eyed terror as he raised his arm and cracked the belt through the air, the tip biting into her left breast with a sickening slap. She groaned from the sudden excruciating pain, kicking her legs out in automatic reaction. The belt sang through the air again, this time catching her full between the open thighs. She groaned again, this time. The trucks lights were blinding as it parked right in front of her car. She waited in the spot light in front of the big red tow truck for the driver to come out for a while. She still couldn’t see the driver. The cold air was going through her legs and up her skirt and through her shirt. She crossed her arms to keep herself warm. With a click and creak of the door she saw the shadow of a big man get out of the truck. He walked up to her but without saying anything he looked at her license. They only ever had the one c***d ( the result of that unplanned pregnancy ) but got on financially as my sister got quite a good job working for a government department. Once their son was grown up and was with a partner and c***d of his own they bought a cottage up in the Yorkshire Dales and set about renovating it. They were now about 75 to 80 miles away from me and our contact got even less.In the late 1990's we all attended a meal for our parents' 50th Wedding anniversary and for the first.