Please. It’s not so long.’ ‘Please Belle.’ He pulled her down into the corn field. ‘I love you.’ He kissed her mouth and neck and shoulder... and she moaned into his ear. ‘I love you too, Beau.’ He had made love to her slowly. She had only cried briefly as he spread her slim legs and pressed his hard cock into her tight passage breaking her hymen. The blood had stained her white sun dress. He had gathered her into his arms and rocked her. ‘Wait for me Belle.’ He begged her. ‘Please.’. A million thoughts ran through Cynthia's mind as she was dragged by two hefty men. 'Am I going to die? What are they going to do it me? Why am I the one being pulled in the dark against my will?' That and many other things popped in and out of her head."Don't be so rough!" Gladys snarled, being protective of the captive."Shut up, bitch," one of the men snapped."Everyone shut the fuck up," Jim barked. Back in school he had many times masturbated to Cynthia's image in his head. No one was going. "Nick said to Petra, "Would you bring me some clothes out of my bedroom? These still have the stench on them."Petra understood that the stench Nick was talking about was the stench of death. He just did not want to say it in front of Lilly. Petra went to Nick's bedroom and grabbed him some clothes. Lilly laid back on the bed, gasping for air. She did not know if it was from Nick almost crushing her throat, or her brushing his penis. Nick headed into the shower. Petra brought in Nick's clothes. There were no showers. It wasn’t a joke, like we thought, it was a death chamber. The bald devil looked at me and I closed my swollen eyes to feign unconciousness. He approached me and kicked me in my stomach with his steel-toed boots. Instantly, I coiled into a fetal position and began to dry heave. With the lack of food at the Camp, I wasn’t surprised that I was unable to vomit. I laid in that position for awhile, but didn’t receive any more blows to my body. When I looked up, the devils.