Sam squirmed, feeling the sting of the thin strips slap against his bare flesh. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain f...om his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. Stop fighting! his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. Mistress.. it hurts.. he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. Shut up, slave. No one cares. she said coldly, pulling at his nipple piercings. He groaned as dull pain rushed to the area. He. When he finished with the sapling he took some mud and rubbed it on his new staff to give it an aged look. He also rubbed a bit of mud on his face and clothes.Before giving his dirt covered hands a final rinse in the stream he ran them through his hair and beard. A day's worth of sweaty work gave him the look and smell he desired.He put his bandana inside his hat, strategically placed the partially dried rolls of bark on it, and folded the cloth to keep them in place. Hopefully that would. My father died of a heart attack and my mother died peacefully in her sleep.Fate would play another cruel trick. When my girlfriend was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She found herself in the middle of a bank robbery. The problem was she was chosen by the robbers to be an object lesson. The robbers killed her.It was shortly after her funeral that my son and I moved into a very special house.It was on one of my days off, while my son was at school that I found CD which was left by. Her head was angled slightly down, avoiding possible eye contact.I moved around to the side of the car and started to blurt out an apology… “look, about what happened… I’m so s…”.Deni interrupted me “it was so wrong… it was just so wrong”Feelings of guilt washed over me like a breaking wave, soaking my emotions to the core.Deni moved further into the garage, still preserving a healthy distance from me, maintaining her lack of eye contact by keeping her gaze focused on some unimportant point on.