Even out of sight, I could hear him kicking the football along the way. After a few minutes, I noticed the ball kicking sound had ceased. I looked up ...he garden but couldn't see my cousin.I became curious and put down my book. I went to see where he was; I thought I might offer to play football too. I strolled up the garden enjoying the fresh air, the warmth of the sun. When I turned the corner at the top of the lawn all I could see was the ball just sitting still on the lawn with no sign of my. I decided to shoot their action tonight and when everyone were in the living room, I went to uncles room and searched for a place to keep the cam. I could not find any suitable place. I found that they had a TV in that room and a handy cam similar to the one that they had got for me was kept right next to it.I just tried to run it but could not as it was low on battery. I just replaced it with mine and put mine on recording mode and went to my room. Uncle and Aunt had drunk and came to my room. I pulled over to the curb as soon as we were off the highway. I reached for her and she recoiled away from me. I slid over on the seat to grabbed her as she started to fight me. I held on until she began to calm down a little. Then she began to cry. I pulled her close as she crumbled into my arms."Why?" she said between sobs."Why what, my little slave?" Why are you bringing me back to him. I thought that you cared for me. What have I done?" spilled out in an almost incoherent jumble of words. ’ ‘I hope you rot in fucking hell for this.’ Martin growled. ‘Still the tough guy right up to the end,’ Hoffman replied. ‘I admire your corruptness a little more now. I did expect you to plead for your life. Don’t even think about moving Mister O’Grady,’ Hoffman noticed his victim try to make a quick one on one dash for the gun. ‘I don’t like making people suffer. Quick and easy, that’s my method. Not like your gang who have been known to hurt and torture their victims for almost nothing.’.