The girl was quiet now though which helped.Bob trembled, tears leaking from his eyes, shock and fear and exhaustionfrom the roller-coaster of recent e...ents, the violence and terrorcombining to suddenly take a toll of his limited emotional resources. Hewas hungry and thirsty and chained-up and a girl slave and collared andbranded and gagged and damp and cold and... he sniffled, wallowing inself-pity and helplessness. He was ready to just give up, to accept hewas stuck here on Gor for the. “God mom, I would have thought the same thing. What happened? Did she come and get you?”“No. I ran straight to my room and locked the door. I laid under my covers terrified she would come in and try to kill me. At some point, I had fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the sun was shining brightly through my window. I got slowly out of bed confused and hoping that it was all a dream. I made my way to the kitchen and she had breakfast for me like normal and she greeted me like normal. She. "You wouldn't have any spare pork pies, would you, Mrs Johnson?"She chuckled."I know, two hungry youngsters and Mr Baker at home for the holiday?" Almost – something extra for lunch tomorrow! The gannets have been at the cold meat!" Well, we did make an extra two trays yesterday, so you're in luck. This tradition they have in Nottingham of eating pork pie for breakfast on Boxing Day seems to be catching on round here, and you're about the eighth person already today to want another one! We'll. Her legs were aching from the tucked position while her arms were getting sore from pushing to keep upright. She couldn’t take this much longer and was nearing the point of exhausted collapse. The gag was a mercy in a way. Her jaw ached, but not having the option of speech did take away some of the potentially more embarrassing possibilities. The herbal anesthetic qualities of the rubber, if that’s what it is, completely deadened her tongue and even affected her vocal chords as well. It was.