Their memories spoke of the opposite happening to their victims.One large truck had broken down so the terrorists had pushed it off the road and into ... small side hollow behind some trees. The four men held a coffle of children like slaves. Rifles, jewellery and gold decorated the men. The children were dazed and didn't even have shoes.The men then the children fell unconscious as I moved in. Stripping the men, I took what information I needed from their unresisting minds. They were all guilty. "This man is ChannelSeven News anchor Hank Barrera, and he's obviously suffered fromsomething other than rain." He started laughing again. "You see, Iwanted to have some screen time with Arachnya, or, should I say, Ms.Charlotte Harkins, today, to show that there's no ill will between us."He shoved his face against the camera, smudging the lens. "And how canthere be any ill will toward this face." He walked over to Barreraagain and pulled out a butterfly knife similar to the one he'd almostcut. He followed my eyes and laughed saying here is your first task,you will lick me clean and do it well any mistake will be noted and add tothe punishments I intend to put you through before my friends arrive. By the time I had finished licking him to his satisfaction my tongue and mouthtasted of soap, he hauled me to my feet and forced me back into the shower.I protested but quickly stopped when he said. That's one!! A reference no doubtto a future punishment for my outburst. He explained that. Their first kiss, Rachael realised as his tongue stabbed into her mouth and she sucked on it hungrily. As the kiss broke she looked up at him. His eyes were glassy, defocused. He dropped heavily onto her, his mouth by her ear. The only sound that came from him was a guttural grunt. She found herself gasping encouragement, seeking to rouse him further. ‘Come on…fuck me harder, fuck me. Use me.’ His energy showed no sign of slackening and she found herself writhing under his weight, seeking to.