’ ‘And no one had the alarm codes to the house?’ I asked. ‘You didn’t have someone stay and babysit?’ ‘Oh no,’ said Erlene, ‘the Clo...sters is gated with a guard at all times, probably off duty police officers. The house had the alarm system, which we were assured was the very best money could buy. And no one but Mr. Myers and myself knew the code.’ ‘Oh, not even a friend in case you needed urgent help?’ I asked. ‘If we needed help, then tripping the alarm would be the best thing to happen.’. Inserted into her vagina was a cross she carried, along with acandlestick holder and a statue of the Virgin Mary.. Another candlestickholder had been forced into her anus.Candles had been melted over her body, and some of the Holy oils she usedhad been poured over her as well.Her hands and feet had impaled onto the altar with dowels of some sort,and had bled significantly.Mary was in shock and slipping into unconsciousness. She had ceased tocry.I hurried over to her."Don't worry, sweetheart,. The wrenching force grossly twists the metal. The green body of the retainer detaches from the roof of my mouth, a small victory. My jaw has now reached muscle failure, leaving my cheeks and lips as the last barrier to my mouth’s freedom. My sister is now laughing maniacally at my struggle. Blue. The wires dig and cut jagged fissures through my cheeks and gums. White. I force the left side out first, but the right back wire catches behind my front teeth. Grey. Having come this far in war, I. I cannot any longer call it a story because a story is a fiction, a white lie, a fantasy and no closer to the truth than a rhyme or joke. This is the first and last time, in all my myriads of written words, that I pray the reader understands that this is no simple and entertaining fiction.No, this is a elucidation of the actions that actually happened, there is a compact core of truth in the matter. It is all clearly remembered and told and this moment was the first ‘worst moment’ of Adam’s.