He finally tried to look away, denying what his eyes, his senses, his body, his insides told him was happening, over and over, until in the end all he...could do was try to pretend it was not him lying there that first night as they took turns with him, using him until it hurt so much he could not even yelp and he was so worn down and desperate for it to stop; he couldn’t even beg, using him until there was nothing left in him to resist, submitting and swallowing more than his pride when a few. I couldn?t believe that they?d heard that. Maybe they were using some kind of infra-red camera. Maybe there was a voice recognition computer at play. Whatever it was, it was clear enough that we simply were not going to get away with any disobedience at all. This was beyond merciless, I thought. They were tormenting us to death. I couldn?t live this way, I realized. Why don?t they just take us out and murder us, I thought. Then I thought, maybe they were? Maybe they were taking us to. Okay, they’d been alone on numerous occasions but nearly all those times were were back in the confines of Bright Sparks. He also wanted to get his hands on her body out in public where he could expose her as much as he dare.To that end he’d told her to wear her PE skirt which she had often said made her feel like she was wearing nothing below her waist, and one of 3 old men’s vests that he’d found with the hand-me-down clothes that he’d inherited from the old couple that ran the place before. Bob named the date and said, "I needed to interview her as the complainant of a crime." What crime?" She had made a complaint that she was sexually assaulted." You mean she was raped," said Matthew, wanting the jury to hear the more ominous word."She alleged she was raped," said Bob, being politically correct."So you didn't believe she was raped," Matthew paused, expecting an objection for leading the witness.None was forthcoming, though, because Roger was hoping some doubt that a rape had even.