. his anger."No. I won't..."Dad opened the door. "Hi, sweet thing," Dad said when he saw Donna holding my hand. Dad's voice calmed the little girl. "C...me on in. Your mommy is sleeping right now, but when she wakes up, she'll want to see you first thing. Okay?" He held out his hand for her."No..." Jason started to say.Dad glared at Jason, and then moved to the side, pushing Jason a little, putting himself between Jason and the door, leaving an open path into the bedroom.Take her in the room, Dad. To which they happily agreed. They made a snack, beans on toast each taking a part in the making, then they sat through a selection of films, mostly of the delightful H being whipped, the first one, still with the loose collar round her neck and still secured to the bed, as she had been while choking. The odd one out was one of H laying unfettered on the floor somewhere with 5 men using her as a urinal, even… well mostly to be truthful… into her mouth and her sex, then each screwing her. The location, I guess not," I responded as I turned to face him, unconsciously shielding Beth."Don't get lippy, Mr. Randahl, maybe a trip to the office is in order for you."I glanced back and gave Beth a nudge to get her out of the line of fire. Enough that one of us was in for some officious grief.When we got to his office—institutional beige, this time, without even so much as a picture on the wall—Mr. Adams sat down in his desk chair and—without offering me a seat, of course— started in,. But they did not have individual doors now as someone removed them for selling. Outside are two washbasins with rusty taps and dried out gutkha marks on the broken rusty mirror. Now you might be wondering why I took so much pain to describe even the little details of the toilet of the abandoned temple.That is because most of the action is going to happen in those very walls. Also, the room smells of dried leaves like the forest. Oh and don’t worry, there is no human shit in any of those rooms..