”“He’s not?”“Never again will he bother you.”Wanda relaxed. Sandra joined her twin and they hugged each other. A huge torrent of emotions ...looded through them. They didn’t know what to feel. They were free of a monster. Should they be happy that he was dead? Should they fear Glen who had killed him? Should they be ashamed for stabbing the monster? Did they have murderous tendencies? The mix of emotions was overwhelming. They finally stood up and returned to the pickup truck.Cliff closed the. “I am just burning up, Miss, and I’ve felt dizzy all morning – like I’m going to be sick,” the dark-haired girl replied so quietly that Rachel struggled to hear.“When did this start?” Miss Whitley asked softly, not really sure if she could see anything wrong with the girl.“In registration, Miss, but I thought that it would pass if I went to my first lesson.” Amy looked down at her black school shoes.Rachel nodded.“But it didn’t pass?” She continued to smile at the girl and sat back in her. They all were like little trained rabbits , all sense of decency and humanity had been erased from them. They were beaten, humiliated, fucked over and forced to perform the most painfully degrading acts with a large groups of blacks. The whole object is to produce anxious little fuck-bunnys ,entirely controlled by their all-consuming fear ,who are so deeply traumatised that they are willing to do everything, motivated and fucking hard, performing the most obscene, depraved and degrading sexual. “Hi.” Both women checked out each other’s outfits, both of which had been purchased that day. Then after a couple of more moments of looking and nervous giggling, Sarah sat down on Amy’s outstretched arms as she had done on the first day, with Amy’s head once again positioned between her thighs. Amy giggled and again tried to wriggle free. “You’d better escape before you get crushed in the vice.” Sarah said. “Mmm.” Amy ran her hands over Sarah’s legs. “I’m not sure you’re taking your fate.