Unlike internal communication speed, one thing that I did get much better at was eating. My immediately post-merge hunger was obviously to fill the va...uum created by my body expelling everything in its entire digestive tract, but even after that'd been refilled, and the results were coming out of the other end normally, I was still eating much more than usual. My food consumption increased something like 25%, without my putting on any extra weight. I'd had a small appetite increase after the. .." No, you sleep now... and we give thanks that Jimmy bastard is dead! He total scum... worst of lot but he no bother us no more..."The girl's voice faded away as I slipped off into an uneasy sleep... My night was broken by a series of nightmares, sometimes of the rape itself and sometimes of Jimmy's death. Several times I awoke, sweating and calling out to discover the twins comforting me. After the fifth time this happened, I clambered out of bed and told the girls that I was giving up on. The young woman fled to her room and slammed the door. I followed, introduced myself, and she sobbed and hugged me, a very pleasant experience for she was a well-made young woman and wearing very little. I patted her back and let my hand stroke her rounded buttocks. The newly-inflicted welts on her shoulder were red and raw."Anyone else in the house?" I asked.She shook her head."Servants?" Outside," she said. "Slaves, two of them and a groom, in the quarters." Come," I said and I took her hand. But then one of the men had produced a camera. He took picture after picture, the flashes bright in her eyes. They’d forced her to stand this way and that; face to the left and then to the right. They’d torn her dress and cut off her underwear and taken more pictures. They’d photographed her face, her naked breasts, her crotch. Then they’d put the ropes back between her wrists and ankles and they’d left her lying on the mattress, the tatters of her clothes around her. They ignored the groans.