The two Skitters stopped torturing Maggie. “Please don’t hurt her.”“You agree to help us then?”“I can’t betray my little brothers, pleas... don’t ask me to do this,” begged Hal.“Hal, please do what they want,” pleaded Maggie as she writhed in agony from the aftereffects of the torture.“I can’t...”The electronic display in Hal’s cell lit up, on it was a split screen showing live feeds of all the other captives. Hal turned his head to look at it and after a few seconds the live feed from Anthony’s. .Par may kaha sune vala thaaa meri to gadi nikal chuki thi mine uska blouse khla or bra may hat dalke uske boobs dabane laga vo puri garam ho chuki thi or mon kar kahi thi aaaahhh maja aaa raha hayy sush or jor say karooo aaaaaahhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh maslo mere boobs aaaaaahhhhhh I loveee uuu sush may sirf tumhari huuu aj jo chahe karlo aaaaaahhhhhh..Aaaaahhhhhh..May ye sunke or jor se dabane laga or usko kiss karne laga maine uskii saree bhi utar di ab vo sirt bra n panty may thi red n blue bahot. I guess that he wanted somewhere where he could write big numbers.Henry then took us to the main hall and opened the doors. I was so surprised; there must have been a hundred people in there, men and women, all sat around tables. They were all dressed in suits and posh gowns, and some staff where still clearing away the remains of a meal.“Follow me.” Henry commanded. He then slowly walked around all the tables, stopping whenever one of the guests wanted a closer look at any of us. No one. Sunday morning dawned cold and damp, with intermittent rain showers. R.J.’s body had already been prepared by the funeral home, and the public viewing was scheduled to begin at 1:00. The family arrived at 12:30 to have a private viewing beforehand.At 12:15 Lisa and I pulled up to the funeral home and were immediately stunned.It was cold.It was raining.It was nearly an hour before the doors would open.And there were at least a hundred people already in line.“Oh, my God,” Lisa said softly, “I did.