============================================"Al, you can't hang pedophiles up by their bollocks." I told him."Why the fuck not Johnno, why the fuck no...?" he replied as he downed his thirteenth pint of John Smiths, in the gloom of our local club."Ease up mate your driving," I reminded him, "You want get a black coffee before we goes home." I'm fine," he says, "But look mate I got to get me election address stuff done by Wednesday, and I reckon hanging pedophiles up by their bollocks is a vote. Sweat covered my skin and beads of the salty liquid burned my eyes when I shook my head in panic. My fists clutched at the old shag carpet with every stroke of the whip. One of my fingernails snapped during my desperate clawing.He paused, after the tenth stroke, to drink; I heard the ice tinkling in his glass. I felt the air-conditioned air cooling on my skin, while my ass burned. I took a deep breath, and smelled myself. Startled, I sniffed the air cautiously and, indeed, there was a faint. “Animals will be treated as such until they have learned to obey.”Graveek bared her teeth in a corpse-like smile. “Put her in a cell of submission.”After the interview with the Baroness, De Sade led him and his “prisoner” to the other tower, past the second floor that was a guard's barracks. Logan counted more than twenty beds and less than a dozen guards sleeping or dicing as they passed the open door. Up a winding stone stair, they climbed to a stout, wooden door on the third floor flanked by. She stayed silent, her embaressment becoming more and more obvious as she felt the pee rushing down her legs and onto her feet and the floor.As he waved down a taxi, she wondered if he was going to make her get in how she was, and flushed when she realized that was his intention. *Once home, he slipped her collar back on, and then he informed her to wait in the living room, before he disappeared for a few moments, returning with restraints.