"Insanity will not be your escape." said that rubber frockedpriest. Ten large men in steel cat suits came to me than. They pickedme up and dropped me ...n my butt onto a steel spike that shot out mymouth. In booming loud voice they began to scream. "We know all of yourkinks." The blowtorch came next. The sliced me and diced me andscreaming I died.I felt myself coming around and assumed I was in a hospital and it hadall been the ultimate bad dream. Instead I was seated in front of adesk in a steel. Her hands instantly shoot down to stop him but stop when a low growl reverberates through the air.Sarah squirms at his cold fingers. His teeth hungrily nip along her neck. He presses his hand flatly against her belly, allowing his fingers to explore in a deliberately slow manner. She closes her eyes as they fill with tears, withholding the sob that threatens to break through.All she wants is for this to be over. She just wants this night to be over.Cash slides his hands into hers, forcing them. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy inWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE"A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM"The unassuming village of Brea was a quaint little village that laywithin the Shire of. “That sounds like a good idea Paul. There’s more that you need to hear though,” he said standing up and passing me another piece of paper from his inside pocket. “The other letter I received yesterday was from an old friend of mine, in Pinos Altos, just south of San Vicente. Apparently, there is a small group of pro-slavers in the area. My friend says a cannon was fired off just outside of town and he’s worried that the pro-slavers are going to use it on the anti-slavers in the area.“Once you.