‘Stop that!’ Eleanor finally squeaked through her determined silence as she watched red rivulets seep through the thin material of her tunic. ‘Y...u. Stop. First.’ Each word punctuated through gritted teeth, anger flashing in the deep black swirls of his eyes. Glancing down to her hand, her dagger deeply imbedded in the giant’s side, Eleanor gripped tighter on the handle and pulled hard, with barely a movement from the piece of granite in front of her. ‘It is not normally that I meet someone who. Oh god I thought in dread.He checked the angle on his video and when he was satisfied that my plump ass was perfectly framed he came back around and I shuddered when I heard him snap the belt. The first blow over my jeans was more like a shot. It was loud and I leaned away from it instinctively although it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, at least not yet. “Get back in position, keep your hands on the couch and ASS UP!”I whimpered and muttered and received a crack on my right thigh.. He gave me a peck on the cheek as well, and greeted me by the name Clarice. Germans were all over the place as we walked out, and into the crowd. The sounds and smells of Paris reminded me of home; the sidewalk vendors, and the honking horns, the people. He put us in a taxi, and we drove across the city, and then, to a small villa high on a small rise. My 'Uncle' showed us into the house, and then, to our rooms. We met later in a small room that looked out across the city. "My name is Henri,. ’Ab rasta saf tha….! par manzil abhi dur thi, ab meine neha ki aas pas hi rahene laga,tariff karane laga aur pani mazak banake bhi hasane laga…wo sab kuch kar raha tha,jo ladaki patane mein kanara hota hai..! usane pucha ‘aapke bhai nahi dikh rahe?’ Mene kaha ‘use urgent store pe jana pada…par mein to hun na..!Wo musakura ne lagi…mene kaha ‘neha tub gazab ki khubsurat ho,sach mein..!’ to neha boli ‘tum bhi shervani mein thik laga rahe ho..’ mene kaha ‘isake bina to mein hot lagata hun…!’ wo.