”Troy,” he whispered back. Where are they I asked as I looked around. A reply of in the next office came just as the door opened..There was that f...t fuck filling the door. I grabbed for my gun, palmed it and a shot. I felt a tug at my jacket. I returned fire and caught the bastard in the leg. I aimed for the door. A figure appeared . Another shot. Fuck I missed. He was gone. I heard running footsteps. I saw a laptop in the other office. I grabbed it and stuffed it in my pack.I pulled the tape. In fact, I don’t have any of the answers. What I do know, is that praying is about needs or wants. And I think God wants you to give over your worries and troubles to him. Just as important- we need to pray with gratitude. Don’t forget to thank God for everything, and yes, as silly as it sounds, even thank him for your hardships. The troubles you withstand make you who you are. I know some people find it hard to believe in God when bad things happen, and I used to be one of them. As clichéd. "yeah iv thought about it loads and its gay as fuck" we all laughed best reply ever haha. It was sams turn, truth or dare sam "Dare" he anounced. We dare you stick your tounge out for 30 seconds, "thats too easy". At the moment he closed his eyes and stuck his tounge out becca sat up opend her mouth and started sucking on his tounge. My eyes grew wider in amazement she had never done this before or showed any incling of wanting to.WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR sam shouted, " I just wanted. She’d been defiled, humiliated, used, and abused, all while being helpless to put a stop to it and she had reveled in every moment. There’d been four of them, two couples, and they’d tapped into her imagination so easily. When she’d woken up the next day every inch of her was sore. Teeth marks marred her flesh, as did bruises and angry red stripes. Her jaw had ached and her asshole and cunt felt raw. Every muscle protested as she sat up, her hair tangled and sticky. She’d been too worn out to.