Finally I let out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. So all of my attempts, all of the fighting and trying to scream was only making it wo...se? My sore throat and rope burned wrists and ankles were all for nothing! They want to see how much I hate it, how much pain they are inflicting on me. Well I won't let them! From here on out I vow to myself they will not see the tears I shed, the pain in my eyes. An unseen force takes over my body and my brain kicks into survival mode as I push. She fell backwards as he swung down on her with the branch. Sandra raised her arm to block. It connected with her forearm with a loud crack. Aching pain shot up her arm and she cried out in pain as she rolled to her side. she felt him kick her hard in her lower back. She arched her back and rolled onto her back as she screamed. Another kick landed on her ribs, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could react another kick landed on her face. She lay there dazed and in agony, the taste. And I'd gotten the snatch of my dreams, perfect and tender and I just didn't know how exquisite yet. It was a three hour drive to where I was taking her to my secret, secluded hide-away for torturing and murdering women and after about fifteen minutes I pulled the tape off her mouth. Right away she started, 'Jim, I have to go pee. Please I have to go bad.' So, shit, why hadn't I thought of that before we left the house? Women always have to pee, especially scared, beautiful. She looked over at Wendy and nodded.Wendy was excited and hot. A tinge of fear hovered around the edge of her excitement, but her desire to get her mother involved in the fun kept her going. Hoping her aunt would start things, she began to tremble."Why is everyone staring at me?" Grace asked. She felt uncomfortable. She glanced over at the horses and shrugged."We thought it was time you learned to relax, Grace," Martha said."I am relaxed!" Grace snapped. "What's going on around here?"Slowly,.