" Sam answered."You will just have to be satisfied with my words and my love making tonight," she finished and grinned.Later that night after they had...made love, Amy slid out of bed."Are you leaving?" Sam's sleepy voice asked."Yes. I'll be back as soon as I can," Amy answered.About two hours later Amy slid back in bed and snuggled up to Sam."Got it?" Sam asked in her sleepy voice."Got it," Amy answered and snuggled closer to Sam kissing her.They both fell back to sleep.The next evening they. After a few seconds, the others came out of the warehouse and looked at her with utter disgust. Only when Sam reached up to touch her face did she understand why. Her skin was practically gone, burned so badly that she didn't even feel her eye burst as Jade had burned half her face away, cauterizing her work so Sam wouldn't die.Sam sunk to the ground, using her last bit of strength to touch Freddie's body before she passed out."We should deal with Jade later," Andre said, stepping forward.. The third and final rule was to trust no one no matter how friendly and nice they seemed to be. Part of that rule had to do with strict adherence to never taking a favor from anyone be it another prisoner or a kind guard looking for something she would rather not dispense unless she had no other choice. Even in the early days of the novitiate she had witnessed the fallacy of "paying back" for acts of kindness with sexual favors in darkened corners and the resulting waves of revulsion and guilt. Just before sunrise, you check your gear one last time. Your outfit has been chosen for the warm weather and your new profession; leather armor covers your shoulders and your left arm, but your torso is otherwise bare so that anyone who might come across you on the road may get an immediate sense of your strength. Soft, comfortable pants hug your powerful ass and thighs - a swordbelt and your boots complete it. A brief glance in the mirror, traces of youth clinging to your face and a sparkle in.