To fulfill his promise to her, he needed to untie her legs; he could not do that until she regained, at least some, control of herself. He would have ...referred to just nail her feet now and be done with it, while her brain suffered under sensory overload; the pain of her new nailing lost in the prior horror.But he had promised.She knew not how long she screamed, how long she writhed, in agony. In the end, it was not of her will that she regained control of her body; it was sheer exhaustion. Her. Seb, completely ignorant of Vanessa’s inner feelings, was only too happy to move their relationship in this perfectly enjoyable direction for him, a teenage sexual novice. He’d started to tire of Vanessa’s ice-queen, spoiled persona & this, more ‘available’ disposition, briefly revived the flames of their ultimately doomed relationship.As the weeks turned into months, Vanessa commenced her university life, & Seb was soon history, replaced by a rotating parade of over-privileged rich boys,. I got on the train in a first class carriage (using the card he gave me to pay for his dry cleaning and that was going to pay for a good night out for me and a couple of friends tonight) and was joined a couple of minutes later by a hot looking guy who smiled nicely and sat opposite me, we got talking and I told him what happened he said I should get my own back so I explained I had one of his credit cards and was going to max it out before I told him to get lost, he thought that was funny and. "I think she woke up with a nightmare, Arthur. Maybe about her mother." She patted my arm, and the man gathered both of us in a big hug. He smelt different than I remembered other men smelling. Then I remembered I'd never really thought about how men smelled before.I must have gurgled or something about then. The two of them made a production of comforting me, and I did feel oddly comforted. Loved even. It felt weird. I didn't remember my parents treating me quite the same way when I'd.