Please. This has been demonstration enough.”“Do as I say or I will have you injected with the drug, doctor. I’m sure you would make an interesti...g demonstration, too,” the threat is effective and Scott swallows dry, throat tight. “Agnes,” he can’t look into her eyes as he speaks. Instead, he stares at her bare, small feet. “Squat over the table, then press the dildo against your vagina,” as he speaks, she starts obeying. She’s crying so hard now that she has no breath to speak, only sob. Scott. "Uh... , you know." I couldn't say it."No, I don't think I know."I gazed into her brown eyes, eyes so brown they were almost black. She wasn't making this easy for me."Well, I guess I like it when they're before puberty kind of. You know, like eleven or twelve."She sank back down against the tree. "Christ, Emmet." I know..."She caught herself. "No. It's okay with me, kiddo. I mean, sexuality is one of the few things in this fucking universe that we can't understand, but just be careful." Oh, I. " I think your father does love you. I think he would probably rather beblown to bits on some battlefield than see you commit the suicide youare contemplating." You don't even know my old man!" Timothy blazed. "He's been brutal tome since like forever. He's never once been kind or gentle. If I don'tdo just exactly what he wants he smashes me. And who said anything aboutsuicide anyway!" Okay," I said. "Let's say you get your way. Let's say you do everythingyou have to do to become the Skyla you. That was over the top cruel.Once he was assured that I wasn't upset he had a suggestion for a very kinky evening for my slut. He had obviously put a lot of thought into it. It was pretty detailed. He told me that if I was interested he could set it up for Thursday evening. It was obvious that his conscience wasn't bothering him!I only thought about it for a moment before I agreed to it. What he was suggesting was just about the nastiest thing you could ever imagine. It was just the sort of.