My heads spins deliriously and bile rises in my throat, threatening to escape with the contents of my stomach."I-I am sorry my L-Lord. I did n-not mea... to trou-trouble you. I was trying t-to gain an audience with the N-Night Mother." I tell him while trying not to throw up and praying that he will not punish me for disturbing him."Hahahaha. You? You are pathetic even among mortals and you thought the Mother of all demons would answer your whiney call?" The sickly voice laughs sending off. The doctor and his assistant quickly depart, leaving only you and your friend Mikey. You’ve known Mikey since you were 14. He was an underachieving senior who was dating a friend of a friend’s sister. Then he graduated (barely) and got dumped by the girl, but still hung out in your circle. After you finally graduated and your friends escaped this shithole, Mikey was the only one left. He has few interests besides computer games, drugs, and his stillborn music career. But he did get you this job. ” He looked at the Marshals. “String him up.”Resh did not even struggle as he was tied, bound, blind folded and thrown over the ass of a horse. The weeks that followed was a progression of discomfort and humiliation – the ride to Tarant had him being treated the whole way like a sack of meat, put on horse after horse, never given more than a sip to drink or a bit of cooled chuckslag to eat. His belly gnawed at him, but his mind continued to see the image of his friend, Don, shot in the back. A true slut-making machine.She recognized the latex clothing. Her girls each had their own, too. But the swinging arm, now, that was genius. Sheer genius.Silently she shut the door. If it all worked out like she planned, she would get this little bitch for her own. Oh, God, what she could do with her. Such devotion. Such loyalty. Such a fucking waste on this prick. He didn't even know how to break her.And the idea was planted and grew. It was brilliant."I can't believe there would be anything.