He could almost imagine the painful red cuts and grooves the knotted leather was making in his back. His powers of resistance were gone. The sororit... whipping had reduced him to a pathetic, nearly senseless victim. It seemed as if the whole purpose of his life and been changed into this—hanging there naked in front of twenty sadistic women while they whipped him until his back was bloody. The assembled sorority sisters cheered each of the final ten strokes. As the whip struck him, Perry’s. „Gib mir mal das Stomschlaggerät, Dimitri.“Ein etwa 30 Jahre alter Mann mit muskulöser Statur reichte ihm ein kleines Gerät rüber. Herr Bullowski nahm es in die Hand betätigte einen Schalter und hielt es Frau van Houten an den Hals.Zitternd guckte sie ihn mit ihren großen blauen Augen an.„Keine Angst. Ich will doch so ein schönes Ding wie Du es bist nicht kaputt machen.“ Unvermittelt nahm er das Gerät von ihrem Hals drückte es Herrn von Houten in die Seite und betätigte den Schalter. Funken. "I smiled at her, I now had something to look forward to. I just hoped it would be as good as last time.Unfortunately it didn't go as planned. The following day I felt really rough, not sure if it was a bug or just a consequence of my injury. I was in no mood to do anything except lounging about watching television, or sleeping. In the evening when I declined mother's offer of a bath she looked disappointed, almost annoyed. The next time I went to the toilet it was done quickly, her hand didn't. She could see it too."Where did you say you got this thing?" An old lady at the mall. She seemed pretty confident that you would loveit. She said it would give you all that you wish for on your birthd-"We stared at each other."What did you wish for??" I dunno. I just blew out the candles. I wasn't actually thinking about awish."Kristen called from the living room. "We're leaving in 10 minutes! Hope youguys are ready!"Claire seemed panicked. Who could blame her? She asked, "What do we do?" I.