The clamps are padded and actually quite comfy so she's in very little pain.She's basically at his eye level even though hers' are slightly above. He...takes a step closer and smells her again."I haven't see a fellow human in 3 years. My small crew got sick and quickly died." Why didn't you meet me at the tunnel? Why make me come here?" Cause I love making women cum for me." What's your name?" Longwood." Mr. Longwood, why did you trap me here? What are you gonna do?" What would you like me to. The doctor said that reinforced his hypotheses that my problem was psychosomatic and suggested I see a psychiatrist. That didn’t bode well with me, but I scheduled an appointment anyway.Dr. Mandelson met with me right away. I chuckled to myself because he looked exactly like what I pictured a shrink would look like, with his white hair and beard. He even had a slight German accent. There were enough diplomas on his wall to paper a small bedroom.Our sessions focused mostly on my youth and early. It was bad luck too that she was behind him, pulling the man backwards by his crotch into the aisle and off-balance. That made it much easier for Wolfgang, my wolf in the fold, to punch the man's unprotected face.The violence frightened me, the way it always does, but there's something exciting about it too. They beat the man while everyone else watched, while I watched, until a few seconds later when a woman near the back finally found the wits to scream. It was the flight attendant. She. Joyful thoughts failed miserably before her. Dead fantasies. The density of her true reality was too great a weight. No bright thoughts could save her.It was almost like a hallucination, that whistling. She heard it through her ringing ears, a sharp melody, a happy tune, like from a cartoon. It got louder, approaching her darkness. Then the suitcase moved again and again she recoiled within, no where to hide. Something else probably worse was going to happen to her. She started pleading.