He demeaned me and called me so many names. I was a whore. A dirty worthless fuck toy. A cock sucking cum disposal whilst he slapped and tugged at my ...ender breasts and fingered my sensitive clit like he didn’t care how much it hurt. I had been trussed up with ropes and restraints like a little pig. He even spat on me. And now I was here on my knees waiting for his next move. “Mmmm I know what I want from you now slut, but I warn you if you bite, I’ll make you choke on it” That was when I felt. ”“Oh God no Mister you can’t call the law, they’s a whole gang of them, the rest of them will get me for sure.”She was going back into panic mode.“Ok, just settle down honey, let’s get you cleaned up then we’ll decide what to do.”As I swabbed her cuts with sterile antiseptic wipes I asked, “You got a name?”“Unhuh, I’m Kari, how about you.”“Joe, just call me Joe.”“Take these, Kari,” I said as I handed her two ibuprofen and a water bottle, she wasn’t feeling it yet; adrenalin, but her feet would. Her hands paid a visit to each of his nipples and pinched them in turn. They had been warm once but now they were cool. Her pinching made the tiny nipples hard.Nurse Wendy looked at his unmoving chest. His ribs were now locked and silent. She knew death would start work on him shortly. To her, a good-looking man when alive is considered handsome. A good-looking man when dead is beautiful. She knew that his beauty was now limited before it would be torn apart in a furnace or by worms...The young. He finally broke the silence, loudly. "I trusted you,” he sneered.“Sorry,” I repeated, ”but we’re finished. I want a divorce."“A divorce,” he yelled, and the room hushed. “What fucking good will a divorce do you when you're fucking dead?"I quickly got up from my chair and stood back. The warders were watching and waiting for Charlie to make a move.“You fucking slag, I’ll rip your fucking throat out."Four screws grabbed him and dragged him away, screaming, shouting, and foaming at the.