. her tender young body convulsing in a wild frenzy... blood bubbling out of the gaping wound in her belly... splattering over her slender fingers as ...he clawed at the pain in her guts. The guard kept moving the dagger around inside her... making the poor girl shudder and twitch... as though performing one last erotic dance. Then with a sudden jerk he pulled the dagger out of her ruined belly. Blood streamed down her thighs, leaving a trail across the stones as he dragged her to the wall. . I asked if I could bring anything and she assured me that she had everything under control. The week seemed to drag on as if Thursday would never arrive. When it did finally arrive, it was a long eight hours. At 5:00 I left my cubicle, told her I’d see her in a couple of hours and rushed home. I shaved, showered, and dressed in an Oxford shirt and khakis, and left for the florist to pick up flowers. I arrived at the appointed time and was greeted by quite an alluring sight. There at the top. It’s just random.”“Very good. And this picture of a cat, why did you draw that?”“I just like cats.”“You didn’t feel any unusual urge to draw a cat?” Yung asked, peering at me curiously.“No…? I didn’t even realise it was going to be a cat until I was halfway through doodling.”What was this guy getting at? Why was he so interested in my ugly scrawling on the wall? Funnily enough, I usually had really nice handwriting.“Very good! Okay Gemma, we’re about ready to go to the second test, and good. Sheindicated that I was to sit and then flopped down on a small stool beside me.After excusing the receptionist, who was obviously curious, but knew when toleave, she started again."You can't be serious?" and before I could answer she added "There is no way I'mgoing to lose, so why not save us both the bother and just leave now. If youdon't, well ... in an hour you won't dare show your face out there. So, howabout it, ready to call it quits?"I was a bit taken aback. I really didn't know what.