I live in a relatively small town in Wisconsin with a population of about 10,000. We have a town center with a library, gym, sports facilities, indoor...activities, and a club. There’s a train stop with a diner where mum works and a motel close to it. A town mall is also here for shopping and stuff. A local post office is located close to the town center. There’s also a central park next to the Michigan Lake. Wisconsin University is located a few miles north, so the town is always abuzz with. Perching on my bed, I drop the towel, luxuriating in the feeling of the cool air on my heated skin. I smooth body butter into my arms and massage a little onto my breasts. I lie back and stretch my toes up towards the ceiling as I knead the rich moisturizer into my legs.When I sit back up, I untie my long dark hair and brush it until it tumbles in soft glossy waves over my shoulders and back.The alcohol is beginning to exert its soporific effects on me, and I yawn and stretch languidly. I turn. “The police are still here. I don’t know.”I wondered if it was a good idea for me to call them, or to let the police do it. I didn’t really have any information, but then again, the police probably wouldn’t convey too much information, either.“I’m going to call them, then I’ll probably head to the hospital.”“I’m going as soon as the police let me,” she said.I said goodbye and hung up the phone.“What’s wrong?” Sofia asked, sitting up in bed.“Becky tried to commit suicide. She took an overdose of. She tried to get up but he pushed her down and started slapping her arse even harder, telling her that the more she struggled the harder he would hit her. ‘If you stay perfectly still it will be over much quicker. I’m going to give you ten slaps, but every time you move or make a sound I will add another ten. Sound like a fun idea? I think so’. She moaned through her gag, but stiffened her body, ready for his blows. Before he began he rubbed her arse a bit more and his hand slid down to.