He hurt my husband and he hurt me. I wish I could have hurt him some to get him back for the pain he caused."I said, "I don't know how much good it wi...l do, but we can fix him so that he will have a lousy life in the Happy Hunting Grounds. Maybe that will make you feel better." She agreed, so I cut off his balls and cock, cut off all of his fingers, and cut off his ears and nose. I cut out his eyes and slit his belly. He was now ruined for the afterlife as he saw it, and the woman actually did. “Do I have your complete pledge and promise of obedience, or do your mother and I end it here?” I asked them.After a moment, they both looked at each other, and then at their mother, then back at me. Both answered “We promise”.“Good! Then there are a few things I need to show you. You are going to be staying here for the weekend, so MY rules are effective immediately. Come with me, all of you.”Carol followed the two girls as the all followed me down the hall to the master bedroom. I reached. They’re walking dead.’ ‘Good.’ * The man stood in front of the mirror feeling good. He had an in with the investigation now, and he believed he could find out more if he played his cards right. The urge to go out on the hunt was taking hold again, the need to rape, to hurt, to feel the terror of the woman as he took what he wanted from her was overpowering him, so soon he knew he would have to go out again. The cycle was getting shorter between rapes. The high after the last rape not lasting as. ”We decided that she would go first for her sit-ups and discovered a small problem pretty much right off. When I tried to help her do the sit-up, my arms were just not much stronger than hers, so it took a lot of work to even get her up for one. We tried the next one with me standing so our arms were out as far as we could reach. That was even harder than how we did the first one. I was trying my best to support her with my arms out straight while I was pushing on her legs. Soon she was too.