’ And I do. I’m doing what she says, avoiding the distractions she’s listing (and there seem to be so many, one after the other) because doing w...at she says leads to being tranced and being tranced feels so nice and . . . She warns me not to let my thoughts distract me from my numbers either. 107 . . . 104 . . . I keep counting. Number after number after number. At some point I’m not supposed to be counting any more—I’m supposed to be on my knees in front of her. I slide down off the couch and. I was soaked to the bone and covered in mud. The steady exercise from walking had stopped keeping me warm. I was shivering uncontrollably, and felt the quickly approaching fatigue. The worst thing on my mind was the realization that the weather only seemed to worsen. Hour by hour I stumbled on, feeling more dismal with each step. I constantly collided with rocks and stumbled, but knew I had to go on. Once again, I banged into a tall, hard surface and fell to my knees. Tears welled up in me, and. So off we went to the local shopping centre and started to browse the shops. After about an hour or so and numerous shops checked out I was feeling bored. I told my wife to carry on and I will ring her in a bit and meet back up. Off she went and I relaxed and had a drink. I was miles a way playing on my phone when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I saw that it was our dear friend Paula out with her two daughters Chloe and Amy. I clocked Chloe straight away and noticed she was wearing. He looked at her for amoment then left the room. He came back with 2 clothespins. ?Come over here. Idon?t think I need to explain what these are for.? He attached them to each ofher nipples. She stiffened in pain but was silent. He ordered her to leave themon and go sit on the bed. She went to the bed and softly massaged her nippleswith the clothespins still attached. She knew better than to take them off. Shecried and wondered what he would do next and when he was going to rape her. Blake.