"Hi," she said, "I'm Jan and this is my room mate Wendy and she had this headache that just won't quit." Hi," he said his voice low and would have bee... sexy if I had been in the mood. "Do you want me to do something about it?" Yes please," said Jan before I could say no."Perhaps we should go somewhere quieter," he offered.One of the last things I wanted to do right now was to be alone with this guy, but again Jan spoke for me."That would be great," she said.I suppose he wasn't a bad looking guy. Sharon was the oldest one and said, “We have been talking and we like you.”I replied, “I like you too.”Gretchen said, “What we mean to say is that we want to have sex with you. You are the perfect age for us and we would like to have more children. We are fertile now if you wouldn’t mind.”I must have had a dumb expression on my face because they just laughed and said, “We are serious.” Then they pulled me through my house looking for my bedroom. When they found it they undressed me and then one. Her whole world the wooden wall across the room from her, and her thoughts. Drifting in and out of sleep she dreamt of home and her family, of when she was young and free, of her pet dog and her friends, her mind trying to escape her reality.The reality of not knowing what was to happen to her, and how painful it was going to be. * In the woods surrounding the house the surveillance team had been removed and replaced with a SWAT team and Detectives getting ready to raid the big house, to. " She finally started crying then, and struggling harder then ever. Her headthrashed in the collar. I just watched for a minute, then I decided it wastime to get to work. I looked through my torture implements, and eventually settled on a knife.Cutting probably isn't my most painful method of torture, but it is quite scary.It seemed like a good starting point. The knife had a long, serrated blade.It looked very nasty. I handed the knife to Whore. "Make long, shallow cuts in Slut's tits." Yes.