I guess, unable to think of a more plausible explanation, me being crazy seemed high up on the list though.I was a little shocked by the whole thing ... decided to assume for now that I wasn't out of my mind. I assumed Jessica must be in one of the other rooms in this place. I had wondered about the multiple cages and the possibility of other people being held here but I had long ago come to the conclusion that I was alone down here.So who are you? Jessica asked.I'm Eric, I was Sandra's. "Suzanne looked around nervously as if the time was up and she had not got what she came to get. "Just like that?" Just like that." Mister big and fucking famous...", what the next several seconds of shrill verbal abuse amounted too was half of her initial financial offer to disappear from her son's life."I change my mind mom, your not worth a nickle."Tears, real ones this time, appeared in her eyes.He could not help it, and maliciously added, "I heard you were turning tricks to make ends. " Moments later, Madeline began to gurgle.My legs still worked. My hips still worked. He hadn't broken me there yet. A small shift of my hips. A roll. Then a sharp upward kick, right there between his legs.My heel struck something hard. A cup? He laughed and swung at me knee. A glancing blow. I rolled. "Fucking bitch!"I rolled more, over my shoulder and onto my feet. I stood and glanced around. The Painter was done raping Madeline. He squatted – his veiny dick hung loose – with Madeline between. I did what I could for them and wished for the hundredth time that I had my team of dentists here to help me.Wounds were very common and some of them were ghastly. I had seen the same on the Romans and did as good of a job. Before I knew it though I was called out and met with AsA and her team of women that now numbered eight."Tell us again the rules of this game."I went over them and again on some that could favour the ones that were smart over the ones that just had brawn."You talked of a.