My fake parents were watching Eastenders, which is unmissable apparently; and my brother wasn’t actually there. I was worried:“Where’s Scott?”...��How should we know? We’ve been out all day!”“Didn’t he leave a note or something?”“No, now do you have to keep talking? We’re busy!”And again, my heart crumbled. He wasn’t home, then where was he? He’s either lost or run away or...at someone else’s... I darted into the bedroom. Empty, very empty. I cried out in despair. My brother, who’s broken my heart. They were even sorrier about the other hold-ups they had been involved in, especially the one where one of them had slashed the hand of a young man who had been trying to protect his girl.Bemused, the police cuffed them and put them in the backs of the squad cars. They took statements from the girls, and Amanda told them that the culprits had seemed like they were on drugs from the very start, and that then something had shifted in them during the attempt. The police seemed more than satisfied. Then it said, “Can you hear me?” How am I supposed to answer? he wondered, but to his surprise, he was able to say, “Yes.” “Will you try to catch us?” His brow furrowed – a little more progress. “Catch you? Who are you?” “Will you try to catch us? Tell me or we’ll go away.” “No, I won’t try to catch you,” he answered, not knowing what else to say. “It’s telling the truth,” the voice said, sounding quite satisfied. “I still don’t trust it,” another voice said. “It’s nice. I’ll show you.” The. “I don’t think so.”I did not say anything. I circled her again as the fucking machine continued the rhythm inside her. Her moans continued. Finally, I answered as I stopped in front of her.“Find-a-way,” I said as I pulled up on the chain in the middle, pulling her clit upwards.“Yes master. I’ll try,” she said through a heavy sigh from her clit being raised.The tears began to roll again down her face. It was an intense mixture of erotic emotions and pure pain. I could see that in her body.