I’ll try to remember. I still feel bad about it. But when he pulled out that gun I didn’t have time to do anything else. And I didn’t know it wo...ld kill him. I just thought it would hurt real bad, like a migraine or something. You know how Sister Claudia gets migraines and can’t do anything except lie down? That’s what I hoped would happen when I reached into his brain. I hoped it would hurt so much he’d stop doing what he was doing. But since he had the gun, I had to do something fast.”“So it. As I ate, I leafed through some of the magazines I’d picked up in town. The copy of Arts and Artists was the brand new issue and there was a lot of information about new shows, new galleries, new artists, etc. I read through them and circled some things I wanted to get back into. As I turned a page, I almost screamed. The lead picture on the article was my neighbor. ‘Of course,’ I yelled. ‘Damn it, why didn’t I recognize her?’ Auburn hair framed her face beautifully and those blue-green eyes. I felt no shame being exposed naked like this. In fact, it was really quite arousing and calling for help wasn’t on my mind. I was told I had a frog’s face on my body what with my breasts falling down over my stomach, the dark nipples for eyes and the way my stomach creased across my belly button hole. The exception was my dark brown pubes between my thighs that they continued to pull at.They had me stand up, bend over and spread my buttocks so they see up my anus. One of them put her empty. They were starting to squeeze them. He cranked until they were very tight but not enough to cut off blood flow to my breasts. There was no way I could pull out of them. This must have been some sort of torture device. It was very effective in keeping it's occupant restrained. It looked old enough to have been used during the French Revolution. He walked around it and satisfied he left the room again. I didn't struggle because I knew that was pointless. I knew they weren't going to kill.