On the far wall were four heavy wooden doors. Each had a littlebarred window in it. Just in front of the doors sat severaldevices. Some of them I reco...nized from Master's. He either hadthem or photos of them. Others I did not recognize. However, therewas no doubt about their use. They were instruments of torture Inthe overhead beams were many large steel rings and handing fromsome were lengths of chain. Susan stopped next to a standing stocks. My remaining clothingwas removed and She. Enaku antha kaama padangalai parka vendum endru aasaiyaaga irunthathu naan avanidan enakum antha kaama padangalai kaami endru sonnen. Avan naan unai veetil yaarum ilatha samayathil kupitu sendru kaama padathai pooty kaamikiren endru solli irunthaan. Naangal anaivarum oru thotiyil kulipoom appozhuthu naan avanathu sunniyai paarpen athu perithaaga irukum athai naan paarkum pozhuthu enathu vaayil vaithu sappa vendrum endru thondriyathu.Avanathu sunni karupaaga perithaaga irunthathu enathu sunni. I have tried to prove I’m a good person. I’m not. This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator. When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper we owned. He would relent and the 3 of us would get up in the top bunk and the shorts would come off. We’d enjoy 2 or 3 hours of mutual exploration, put our clothes on, and go to sleep. I tried to distract myself so I wouldn’t come, but the drug had addled me badly and I couldn’t focus. My body responded shamelessly to her touches and the only reason I didn’t come, was because I was scared. “Use your toy, Jenna”, said a tall girl in the back. “We only have fifteen more minutes”. Jenna, the girl with the cream, giggled and got something out of her purse. I tried to lift my head to see it better but couldn’t. “They never last long once I use this on them”, she said. She pressed.