Indeed, one mightreasonably say that just as Kirk's encounter with Dr. Mercury-Wildeunintentionally watered the seeds of hope from which Ellen sproute...,that you may have also, quite unintentionally, proven to yourself (aswell as to your readers) through this writing exercise that you toohave a choice - in this instance, the choice of a more fitting careerthan that of a fictional writer of a fiction that purports to be non-fiction. Have I made myself clear?"Well, I never. I am the Ball's. Smile occasionally. If you cooperate, I have a special treat for you fordinner. If you try to fuck it up, you can watch me eating your treat, andyou'll get nothing to eat, not even water." Trevor had to take the risk.He recited the message rather convincingly and rubbed the fingers of hisright hand together at the appropriate time. He also smiled occasionally,but only when he was lying. He hoped that would be an additional clue tothe experts to indicate that he was being forced to recite. "That was weeks ago!" I explained."Well it's not good enough, either you rectify it at no cost or I shall sue." OK, text me the address," I agreed, "I'll see what I can do." I want rather more than a vague promise," she said, "You finish at five, I shall expect you at seven this evening, that should give you time for shower and a cheese burger." That's rush hour!" I protested."Leaving London darling, not coming in, seven o'clock or I sue."I didn't have much choice really, so I thew my tools in. She knew she could take no more of this, but they, her torturers, wouldn’t let her sleep, wouldn’t let her stop. She had no control, and her tears ands screams were totally ignored.Her whole body felt as if it was on fire. At least four times the whip had snaked up between her legs, the ferocious cracking across her clit, bringing pain no-one should ever endure,. It was at that time she had passed out, but the hooded man with the smelling salts had brought her back to consciousness almost.