She was just sobbing, pleading with Lenny and the group not to do this to her.Harold stepped up behind the defeated girl.I had seen enough. Once again... I looked across at older Harold. Although he wasn’t openly masturbating this time, he was massaging his crotch, his arousal obvious.Angry again, I stormed towards him. He saw me coming and flinched. The memory of the train fragmented, once more leaving us in darkness.“You think she deserved that?” I yelled into his face. “You sick. King was at the door scratching and howling and his master let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Heather's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn around. He couldn't believe it; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to Heather's stocking clad thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the rump dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his. 'Depends on whether you're domesticated or not. What about Alberto and keeping him in place?' She sighed.'You're impossible to distract except when you're doing the distracting. Keep him there, I suppose, though it means letting Marga slobber all over me. She told me she wants to be my slave.''Good God.''Her story's like mine but it took her another way. Agustín says you've got a story as well' She reached up and rubbed the side of my head. I wondered whether if I closed my eyes I'd be able to. “Thinking of you”“Perf,” she whispered. Her finger hovered over send. How would he take this? He’d always been cagey about things. Would this be too far? Would he say something? Would he not? No, there was no way he could not react. Was she being too forward? Would he think she was a slut? There were a million reasons not to send it, but most of them meant nothing to her. She hit send to take the choice away from herself. “Done.”She bit her lip all the way down to breakfast, floating in a dizzy.