In fact, I was hoping one of those cocks would get close enough that I could amputate it. Oh how I hoped for I could taste their blood. My Master slap...ed me hard across the face pulling me out of my hysteria. It felt like my head was leaving my neck. All I could do was stare at him, unbelievably stunned. Why didn’t he tell me what was planned for me? Why did he have to hit me? I was too stunned to cry, I lay whimpering as my hands and feet were pulled open, stretched taunt. I guess it was. ."Forty wavered in his conviction, he knelt beside Sybil's sobbing form. "If you truly are repentant, I may be able to assist. Confess to me and absolve your soul." He reached out a hand and brushed her long hair away from her face; the pin was revealed! The Reverend recoiled and tried to stand, it was too late, once again he was in its thrall.Sybil rose from the floor triumphantly. "My plaything once more," she cooed, "Come Fortesque, you are invited to witness our final victory and the true. They were very goodindeed, and caused the conversation to lull except for appreciativemurmurs.Finally Dianne spoke. "Mandy, thank you for a truly enjoyable dinner. Youtoo, Em." She paused, obviously preparing to say more. "Mandy, I'm sureyou've been asked this many times in the last week, but I wonder whetheryou could tell us if you know anything about what might have happened toEmma's and Peter's father. You were staying with him, I understand."Mandy gulped, nearly choking on her last mouthful. "Why especially?" I couldn't stand being in the same room with him. Every time he said, sherry, ma'am, I remembered that awful interrogation and wanted to run outside screaming. The man is such a sadist. He didn't do what he did to that woman because he had to, as you and I did, but because he loved doing it. One of the maids told me that she heard screams from the cellars later, and saw him coming up from them in the early hours. He'd been down there again to enjoy himself, hours after.