." and suddenly there were people and the moose was gone. I was curled in a ball with my eyes tightly shut, still sobbing, "Get away," until they calm...d me down. Well, the paramedics came and I wasn't hurt but I still have nightmares about it - about the horrible snuff and the click of his teeth. And now you know why I've written this story...========I bolt awake, the eerie wails of the hunting pack still echoing in the surrounding peaks. My chest clenches in fear and I stifle a cry, shrinking. . waves... seagulls.... laughter....“Oh come on, MacDonald, is that all?” David laughed as I bend over, panting. “You bastard.” My chest heaved with my heavy breaths. “Unlike you I have been running already today.” “Always full of excuses.” He laughed again but came towards me. “Not far now, come on.” Still panting I followed him along the beach. This early in the year it was nearly empty. Not many tourists, not many schoolchildren. My tank top clung to my body. My hair was plastered to my. That once she started there was no holding back. She reminded me how bad she was going to hurt me and that I may not like her afterwards. I agreed and let her lead me into the bedroom.She placed a pillow on the edge of the bed to raise my ass to the right height and tied me down d****d over the edge. My ankles were secured on the ground spread wide apart and my hands tied to the ropes coming up from the bed frame from above me. She put a ring gag in my mouth and buckled it around my head. As. I was hopeful that the trip might mend our relationship. On April 4, when I was packing to go, he asked me about what bathing suits I was taking. I was puzzled. He ‘reminded’ me that the trip was to the island of Aruba, as we’d agreed. I’d agreed to no such thing. I am not a beach and island person. Those are examples of his trying to make me think my memory was failing. In each case, and others, he would degrade me and even make fun of my bad memory, citing how it was additional evidence of.