They caned my feet, on the soles and on my ankle bones. It hurt and hurt, it never stopped. I felt I was going insane with the agony. I couldn't stop ...haking.'??They did other things. It's a blur. I can’t even remember them letting me go.? She stopped she cried and sobbed. I held her for more than an hour but she said no more.?I have never felt such anger before. I wanted those men.?3. Retribution is on the way.?The police had made no progress. There was no evidence. Even the place Carmel had. ”Sarah had arrived a bit late at the O’Malley house and had just managed to grab a plate of food and a drink and find a seat away from all the hubbub. She turned in the direction of the voice and grimaced apologetically. “Sorry. I didn’t get to bed until somewhere around four thirty or five this morning.”Father O’Malley, taking a seat in the lawn chair next to her, gave her a quizzical look. “What had you up so late? The after party broke up before midnight.”“Ty and I were talking.”“Oh, so. He married me for my beauty, though I hail from an upper middle class family. Yes, you guessed it right. I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m married for 8 years, have a 3 year old kid yet I can give a run to 20 year old model wannabes. Soft glowing and clear skin, right sized assets and almost ignorable tummy due to my jog run every day. After marriage, as expected there’s pressure from husband’s family to leave my job. But I stood strong. And I know how to get my husband into my line. Whatever said,. "Do you have any doubts about your place, for the remainder of our time together?" I calmly asked her. "No, Sir," she replied as I put more pressure on her head. "Good. If you behave and obey me, I'll make sure both your holes look like a dirty, two bit whore's, after I am finished with you." I grinned down at her and took my foot off her head. The word 'whore', made her wetter. She felt shame at being aroused by being degraded. I reached down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to.