. Do you need more reasons than these?"Claire listened in horror. Her whole body was trembling. She was defenseless and in the hands of a dangerous ps...chopath. She had lost every—thing now, her parents, her youth, her beauty, her freedom, her happiness. Blanchart lived in a darker world of hate, of grievances, of pain and torture. A world in which a beautiful girl was just an object to be possessed, enjoyed, and humiliated.He picked up a horse riding crop and cut through the air with it near. We're not supposed to do these things at work.”“I’ll never tell. And I don’t even know your name. But I want to see if it’s like my brother’s. Please? I promise I won’t ever, ever tell anyone.”“That’s your honest promise, right?”“Yes.”“Swear?”“Yes.”“Okay, then.”I didn’t do anything.“Well?”“Well, you gotta go get it if you want to see it.”Nervous, now. Not so sure she wants to do this. But looking at her face I see that she’s thinking she might be missing an opportunity that might not come back. "You're kidding!"She shook her head."Why didn't you tell me? How long's this been going on?" It sounds like you're accusing me of being a traitor! It's not something I'm proud of. I know how you feel about that bunch. I was afraid you'd hate me."I took a deep breath and swatted The Stick down before she made me say something I'd regret. "Oh Missy, I could never hate you, you know that. I'm just ... surprised! You know what their attitude is toward The Program, and Horace was one of Pastor. Thomas from quilting meetings. Halfway through my chores Nicole came over, Nicole was going around the neighbourhood selling chocolates and had only sold half of her box mostly to her mom and dad. Nicole was wanting me to go sell chocolates together. I told her I had to finish my chores first and that maybe I would go with her after that. "I,ll help you do you chores and then we can go sell our chocolates together, ok?" she asked. After making short work of the chores I said come to my.