"She looked to one side. Was her Master there, watching, approving, enjoying himself while she spoke her last words? Was her successor there, kneeling...between his legs, masturbating him?"My Master. You have the power of life and death, of course, and you can decide how badly or well I'll die. Will I suffer hell on earth while I'm still alive? I know I've nothing to do with the decision, so I'll leave it at that. It just makes me break out into a cold sweat thinking about it. Girls. There's no. Every sexual tryst I’ve had over the last week was marred by thoughts of Ethan. How much bigger he was compared to Eugene, how his mouth satisfied me more, how well his hands contoured to my body. Of course Eugene pleased me, I’m not completely biased, but the connection I felt with Ethan was more pronounced, I can’t deny. I thought I was a cultured, tolerant woman, but my behavior this last month has been cringe worthy. Now all I want to do is make it right. As if on cue, I hear the front. Muzhe samazh nahi aa raha tha ki kya karoon rat ke kareeb 1 baz gaye the fir mene tv on ker diya our dekhne lagi tabhi ajju ankh ghiste hua uth ker beth gaya kahne laga ,kya hua mami,so kyo nahi rahi ho? Mene bola need nahi aa rahi.dukh raha hai ajju said kya ser dukh raha hai? Mene kaha nahi pura sareer dukh raha hai,ajju said tabiyat to theek hai,mene kaha haan ajju bola me kuch madad karoon, mene kaha ,please mere per daba de, ajju said ok fir ajju ke bister per me let gayi ajju mere per. Expecting a long wait, I rest my head on my arms and try to go to sleep.It seems every time I manage to nod off someone comes barging in and wakes me up, eventually detective dipstick comes in and sits the other side of the table. After asking me whether I want to have legal representation, he cautions me again and informs me the interview is being taped.He states his and my name and the time (4:57) and charges me with assault, both aggravated and grievous bodily harm and tells me they are.