”Sharon grabbed at her daughter’s ankle while gagged by her foot to try and alleviate the pressure but with the entire weight of the lightly built...teenager’s frame pressing down on her she was all but helpless.“Keep struggling Mummy, you’re really adding to the atmosphere if you know what I mean,” the mean brat continued as she thrust her hips forward getting more and more aroused at the way she was dominating her Mother.Sharon was crying freely now as she looked up at her daughter, from. You see, that's the difference between us. Your sadism goes hand in hand with your temper and thin skin. Speaking of thin skin..."Olivia whimpered as several drops hit her face, peppering her like freckles. One had hit her eyelid and she was blinking to try and cool it."Oh, yeah, the face hurts the most. The skin is really thin and filled with nerve endings. It's why face tattoos are so rare, even amongst the most devoted ink enthusiasts."She screamed as drop hit her left labia lip, hurting her. Or fish-belly pale, if I wanted to be negative about it. It's the Irish;with my red hair and green eyes, I'm a living stereotype.He is sitting at the computernow, typing away. Some information he will share; most, he won't. Securityreasons: the less I know, the less I compromise the mission if I get caught.And Frank made it abundantly clear on the first day that the mission comesfirst, above life, death, and act of God.I have a lot of nightmares. That'sto be expected, I suppose. It would take a. Mr/ Cady observed Hannah's veins, her last gasp before her windpipe was closed shut. Now without air, Hannah started to convulse and jerk violently on her rope in complete silence. The people watched her death dance with fascination, and everyone was excited seeing this almost erotic act of death. Hannah writhed on her rope and her feet kicked just two feet above the ground she couldn't reach. Liquid started to come out of her body, preceded by a stream of spasmic yellow piss that steamed in.