No soundsresembling a human. No whimpering, no crying, no more pleas for help.If she were here, she was silent. I turned Megan around and unzippedth... backpack she had on, withdrawing one of Liz's sweaters. A momentafter putting it on, the vision returned. She was still in the sameposition as she was in earlier, her eyes flipped 90 degrees, lookingstraight down the hallway. I could hear her sniffling, the calmingmoments after a hard cry. The image faded, leaving me with nothing."I only have. I can feel his knife against my shoulder.I want to be cut.I can feel my blood. He lets me taste my blood. He's doing good. He needs to cut me some more.Maybe he will flay me.He won't. I know he won't. He's too scared. But I wouldn't mind. He could flay me. All of me. My back, by belly, my breasts. He could kill me.But he won't.He wants me to come to him again.He knows he won't easily find another one like me. Who really wants it.He tells me to get out of the car, back into the rain, back into. He parts his muscular ass cheeks, slides a finger inside his ass, and finger-fucks him, bringing him to a rapid orgasm. William groans in pleasure, tightly pursing his lips around Nate’s cock until his balls have fully emptied. He takes a few moments to recover before turning his attentions to the fat cock in his mouth. Nate is a slower cummer but William doesn’t mind because he loves sucking his lover’s cock more than anything else in the world. In his mind, it is much more intimate than. Even if she could open the door she could not go more than six feet or so from her cage.As the hours passed in utter boredom, since nobody came to check on them, nor were any captives added or taken away, she fell into an increasingly despondent mood. Kidnapping she understood; it had been a part of Sicily's way of life for centuries, but the rapes, the nudity, and the shaving were not what was to be expected. Kidnap victims, female Italian ones at least, were treated with the utmost courtesy.