After a few minutes, the rodents movements became lesser and weaker. Then, eventually, they stopped altogether. She guessed it had died from asphyxia....Her revulsion was complete and she dry heaved, but her stomach had nothing to regurgitate.Electrical clamps were fastened onto her nipples, the teeth biting cruelly into the sensitive skin, piercing and drawing small droplets of blood. The pain was excruciating, her nipples responded automatically, becoming hard points or pain centres. There were. I was surprised, Ithought I should be the one embarrassed, not her. As I listened Irealized that maybe she hadn't changed as much as I thought. Deepdown she was still the same person. I found comfort in seeing herwith her guard down. I also knew this was somewhat of a turningpoint. Could I have the old Jennifer back if I told her it was okand asked if we could just forget everything? Or did I really likemy new position. In a way she was now seeking some reassurance fromme, that her new. My next class was ... nothing. I had a double spare, with Fiona. Two hours of hanging out with a gorgeous girl, not a bad day in my books. Plus after our spare we had lunch, more time with Fiona although this time with other people around.Fiona and I usually parted ways for a few minutes to go to our lockers and rid ourselves of heavy textbooks before meeting in a corner of the library.After dumping most of my books into my locker, all except Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows which I was. When she rubs them they feel crusty. In fact, touching her cheeks and her nose her whole face feels a little crusty. Still too groggy, maybe even still a little drunk, to fully feel panicked. Once she gets her eyes open there's very little to see. The room is pitch-black. She runs her hands down her body and discovers she's buck naked. Not a stitch of clothing. The panic starts to push through and her brain starts waking up.She touches between her thighs and adrenaline shoots through her.