... so the question now is..." He lingered for asecond, he let his face break out into a full smile. I considered boltingout the door just then and th...re, but that wouldn't achieve much."Do you want to be trying to make me happy, or trying to make a hulking,pedophile-hating, son-of-a-bitch cellmate happy?"The calculations ran through my mind rapidly, both options seemedhorrible, thinking about what this freak might have planned for me, but ajail and the public shame that would come with it..... Arriving at home, Abby went to her bedroom and curled up on her bed. She was depressed and didn’t want to talk to anyone. She started crying uncontrollably.Jack got off of work after having had a good day. The anti-slip flooring on one of the stairs had been torn as a result of normal wear and tear and he had spent the day repairing it. The work hadn’t been too demanding, but had filled the time. Before leaving, he had been informed that there was going to be a special event Saturday that would. Alison was hanging by her wrist with her feet off the floor. The cane landed on her tits, again and again, she was not sure how longed she hang there but her tits and stomach were nothing but red welts. Master let her down; Alison fell into position 4 face to the floor. Master looked at the hooded slave ?clean her up and bring her to room 40.? Matt nodded.Master George was sitting in his room sipping a drink; a knock came at his door. ?Come in? he said. The door open and in came his woman. The Reality TV show crew trailing the congressman, had recorded the whole thing. The Episode was titled "Too Ugly to Die!"Due to the magic of editing, I was turned into a mix of Rambo, John Wayne, and Superman. If the TV show was to be believed, I was responsible for the planes safe landing, rescuing all the passengers, saving the little girl, while singlehandedly fighting off a school of giant sharks, they even had a loosely based, colorful "recreation", of my pirate adventure. All that was.