The torment is incredible. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as the pain and my screams intensify. Then sudden release and once again I slump back, m... body bathed in sweat, my breath coming in shuddering gasps, my tits are on fire.I hear the rattle of metal – a chain. A tinny, pathetic jingle; the herald of fresh torment. He dangles the chain by my ear making sure that I am aware of it. He drags it along the side of my body, up over my waist and stomach and then lays it across my rib-cage. A. The consistency of their responses, along with the continued and escalating threats from the lawyer that DeMarcus Steele had arrange for them, finally convinced the FBI agents to let them go home for the evening as long as they would agree to return to the Federal Building the following morning and submit to polygraph examinations. Entering the foyer of their house, Mark left the front door open for Kimberly and tossed his keys onto the small table next to the upright coat rack. He had just. "Well, when things settle feel free to call again if there's anything you need or we can help with," Morgana replied as farewells were given and we retreated to the lifts as Merlin left the building."What was that all about, my Mage?" I asked."Merlin was telling me that the truce was over and to expect something very nasty in the next couple of hours," said Morgana."Why would he do that?" I asked puzzled."I suspect a faction fight in the Coalition and if we're warned, the attacking faction. It wasn't alone, there were other unknown voices. She thought about her friends in the nearby room; who nobody would ever tell that they once were alive. The dressmaker dummy was smoothing the crotch panel of the pink and blue one-piece suit Lesley now found herself dressed in. Sandra was nowhere to be seen. That was when Paula realized that Sandra had been turned into the bathing suit Lesley now wore.The two girls found that the feeling of fabric and plastic flesh rubbing each other gave them.