” she whispers into the silence.You’re going to be amazed at the things you’ll be able to accomplish now.“She drops her hands and spins toward...the other container looking for Rythern. He isn’t there. Has he escaped somehow?I haven’t gone anywhere, at least not in the sense that you are thinking.“Enough of your games,” the assassin shouts. “Come out you fool, show yourself!”The voice laughs as clear as if it were right next to her. The assassin whips around ready for an attack, but it doesn’t. I grabbed a table tennis bat and was walking back to my bedroom. The girls were literally whipping Samantha in to shape. Her ass red and Angela was complaining of a sore hand. I watched her grab a plastic rod and continue caning her sissy sister who flinched with each impact. Angela's girl friend wore a harness with a huge fucking dildo attached and was shoving the head in Samantha's stretched whimpering mouth. Samantha was dressed in a blonde wig, little pink dress and stockings with white. .. FADE TO:INT. BARBARA AND MAX'S HOME - DAYSeated in a bright and open living room are two individuals, a man anda woman, obviously an older couple. A TITLE fades in identifying themas Barbara Sinclair, Tristan's stepmother, and Max Samuels, Tristan'sagent. Graham is sitting in a chair opposite them, interviewing them.The room is tastefully decorated and subtle touches around the roomsuggest that they are now living somewhere in. She finished with her batch of laundry at the same time as the other girls, placing it on the shelf and heading toward the door with the others, smoothing their long white dresses. The lessers that hadn't yet reached the choosing wore white, whereas the matrons wore green. No one knew what the chosen wore. They weren't seen again.They hurried across the courtyard to the dorms. The sun was already setting. Sophia quickly stripped off her gown as the other girls did the same and carefully folded.