Yes a man by the name of Louku lay in pain on the snowy earth. He was chained to a tree by shackles at his wrists and ankles. His hair was dark brown ...nd dirty from his days in captivity. He looked strong and handsome, but bruises littered his body making his tanned skin look weak. His eyes were a shocking green color but seemed dull from torcher. He wore torn pants and no shirt, it had been ridden of long ago. He looked tall even there on the ground curled in pain. Roughly six foot one. The other guests were leaving and R joined us at the table. Master looked at the boy and at Mr. R. “I know how to get the truth from her. Gentlemen.” The three of them began removing their belts as another waiter led the final diner from the restaurant and began closing the blinds. “Master, what is going on?” I asked, but Master wasn’t talking to me anymore. In an orchestrated movement, Carlos lifted me by the elbow, removed the chair, and pressed me onto the table. He kicked my ankles apart as. "Maybe I would," Brittany answered."Ewww," Marcie said."She could wind up being your stepmom," Lara chimed in."Please, that's my dad your talking about," Tonya stated.The joking about Brittany and Vince went on for a bit before the topic was changed to something else. Finally, around 11:00 PM the girls crawled into their sleeping bags and began to drop off to sleep.Around midnight Brittany was still awake when she heard the stairs creak and saw the illumination from a small flashlight. It was. Ich m?chte ausdr?cklich betonen, dass dies ein Report ?ber das Lebendieser Familie ist, ihr Leben erscheint mir repr?sentativ f?r das Lebenvieler Familien.Mein besonderer Dank gilt Miss Loreen Miller die dieser Reportagezustimmte und mich hervorragend bei meiner Arbeit unterst?tzte. Ohnesie und die Mitglieder ihrer Familie w?re dies nicht m?glich gewesen.Vielen Dank!!!!Am Sonntag vor dem Beginn dieser Woche kam ich bei der Familie Milleran. Ihr Haus liegt in einer ruhigen Seitenstra?e am.