Then, she screamed at him, "You're not going to put that thing in me!"I dared not go see what was happening, except their argument got quiet and they ...egan mumbling things. Rick must have celebrated his victory over mom because he seemed to be jumping up and down on her bed. I heard the springs creaking.Maybe mom convinced Rick it would be easier if he put it in her ass - at least, that's what I thought until I learned different, years later.Rick wanted to do it to everyone, it seemed, from. But also disgustingly rich and hungry for a twenty four year old blonde also known as me. * Four months ago. What good is it that I throw out my mirror with the garbage when his herd is surrounded by mirrors anyway? Walls, ceiling – even floor. The only way I can avoid looking myself in my face, decaying from pain and a generous consumption of Vicodin, is to close my eyes. I live my life with closed eyes. * Two weeks ago. Hope. The doctor has taken me to the side, his young eyes – he is not. “You can count it if you want to.”“It looks like it’s all here,” Madame X responded, peeking into it. “And I better not ever see this shit on the internet or anything like that. If that were to happen, well… it’d be quite a story… a man in your position paying someone to kidnap and torture an innocent girl all for you own sick pleasure. That’d be headline news,” she threatened.“Don’t worry. No one will ever see this but me.” He grinned devilishly, pleased with himself for thinking up this whole. It was just a tad strange the hotel was one suggested by Sandra herself, but it was all part of her plan. Strangely too the room they had was overlooked, and the clerk didn’t question the booking, it was strangely as if it was pre-booked, but our man was too keen to notice, there was no question about the lack of luggage either, so thankfully he just paid and in they went! Even though they were quickly naked, she insisted on the curtain not being drawn though by now he was over the moon about.