It has many names. Usually the girl´s wrists are tied behind her back so that her hands cannot help her as she sits and longs to die. But Mike´s way...was worse. It would be! Ith my hands fastened high I was cruelly exposed. I had to sit straight, my breasts in shaming prominence, my weight where I did not wish it. But the mental torture was the wire upon my wrists. Had it been rope, how gladly I would have tugged on it to ease the pain below. But not the wire! My first tentative tensioning told. Here my memory starts to get hazy again. I think that as soon as I hit the bench, or maybe even before I landed, hands started to roam my body. I have no idea how many people were molesting me. Three people at least. Four people? five maybe? Six at most, I think, but I really can’t know for sure. Let me tell you, not knowing how many people saw humiliated was almost as bad as being raped to begin with. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it behind me. I’ll spend the rest of my life. She had just discovered that she was lesbian and was looking for that special someone and I knew it would be me. Though I tried to get her to meet me willingly, she refused. She said she just wasnt ready. But I didnt care. I had a friend that was very good at hacking people so I asked him to get all of her information so that I could find her. Within a day he had it all for me and within a month I found her. I stalked her for a week, getting to know her routine, before making my move. I. "A wooden top was next asking me a lot of questions which I really didn't want to answer, in any case I wasn't sure that I'd be allowed to answer. He got a bit awkward then and asked about a Walther.22 that they'd found among the rubble."Don't know a thing about it mate," I said, "It must have been his." I don't believe you." I don't give a fuck what you believe." I can arrest you for unlawful possession." Thank you constable, I'll deal with this now."I looked round and saw a tall, blonde.