Sharma ordered. It felt as though I was in a trance as I obeyed. They both smelt nice as I stood in between them. Mrs. Sharma took hold of my right ha...d and inspected it. ‘He’s a fine boy,’ she said to Shilpa aunty. ‘And such strong hands.’ as Shilpa aunty nodded assent, Mrs. Sharma began to move her hands up to my shirt buttons. I stood there motionless, and felt like a slave being examined as she began to take off my shirt. Standing bare cheated in front of them, both ladies began to let. She feels something cold and metallic against her skin as he drags it a few times up and down around her ankles, it’s the knife he had to cut the ropes. She feels him pull the cuff on her jeans up tightly and she feels the knife begin to cut the hem of her pants leg. He makes a few short cuts and then put the knife to the side.He begins to kiss her ankle, very gently, he begins nipping and sucking on her skin, moving first one way than the other, she feels him grab the material by one of the. I don'tremember him at all.Oddly, however, his sister, Stacey, moved in with Mum shortly after that.She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, Mum found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six had introduced "petticoatpunishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Natasha" calmed medown and made it easier for Mum to control my temper. For a while Iwould try to fight. And you loved it, too, didn’t you? That was just what you wanted, wasn’t it? Yeah, just what you wanted.”She wanted this? He thought she wanted this? What Heather wanted was to kill Slyguy123. She wanted to torture and kill him. She wanted to have him tied down and helpless while she slowly dismembered and disemboweled him with a dull knife. She wanted him to feel the agony and the terror that she felt. She wanted him to cry and scream the way she had. She wanted him to die screaming.Slyguy123.