I could "pay him later" when I could. My eyes were again filled with tears as I thanked him and left.The next morning, I was sorting out the boxes and...cans to plan a slightly better holiday dinner for my daughter and get a rough outline of what the week's menus was likely to be, when there was a knock at the door (my doorbell, like almost everything in the house, never worked). Outside were a couple of ladies from "The Church" (thankfully dressed, but my little house I was on the 'clothed side'. Does he want to sack me? Is it promotion? Am I being moved to some other job? She found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything, or even to sleep, which was precisely the effect David had been aiming for by the timing.Monday came and the regular Monday Meeting where any problems were aired and the previous week’s progress reviewed, leading to any necessary plan changes for the coming week. This week there was nothing out of the ordinary and so the meeting ended at twenty past. The past four months I've gotten threatening phone calls from banks and collection agencies. As if that wasn't bad enough people like you started showing up."I guess the look on my face gave away my thoughts."No," Janet said. "Not people like you. People in your line of work started showing up. Then Leo cleaned out my bank accounts, maxed out my credit cards and fled like a thief — which is exactly what he is. Two days ago I learned he planned to kill us. Today, three hoods show up at my work. “The spreading mechanism…” he said, and I felt my legs spread wide, wider…I was almost doing a split. The pain was unbelievable as the first man stepped between my legs. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. His cock was huge, swollen. He put his hands on my hips and positioned himself against me. “You want it, whore?” He whispered. “You want it, don’t you, you fucking slut.” With that, he rammed his massive cock into me and the crowd cheered. I grimaced but tried not to react. I.