Looking in the mirror, though, brought back thoughts to my mind as I sawmy face. It was me, Brian. I was hairless, with better shaped eyebrows,but i... was me. I looked into my own eyes, and it all came rushing backto me. The forced actions, the weird conversation with Hailey, me actinglike a total "girly girl" just like she'd called me. I wanted out, and Iwanted it now.I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw I wasdefinitely shorter than before, and that my hair was almost. The church bells struck four and right then the candle turned dark also, as if an unseen spirit had snuffed it out. It was the middle of dead summer, no windows or door of his room was open for any chance of cold wind but yet suddenly his room turned cold as an ice box with a chill running down Father’s spine. Something very wicked was coming:He looked towards the window and thought; he saw a movement attracting him. His heart nearly stopped beating in his chest to see two eyes staring back at. Do you understand, slave 1?"Again, Amanda nodded.The Mistress walked around and undid the buckles to the gag. She was so relieved to get that black penis out from in front of her face as Mistress pulled the gag away. The rubber of the gag had tasted hideous and its bitter tang lingered in her mouth. As Mistress turned from her, Amanda took a quick glance at her sister. The man had taken her from the bed and stood her beside Amanda. Sandy was still bawling into her gag as she spread her legs. There’s clearly more here than we’re being told. If they’re sending us into the heart of this combat, seeking to test us against their opponent’s fiercest fighters, we need to understand exactly what’s at stake.‘Turning, Al tried once again, taking a slightly different tact. “I’m still unclear. What precipitated this whole war? Who attacked whom, and what was at stake? Is this a territorial conflict, is it over dominance or different points of view.”Siluzz put her hands on her hips, a tricky.