I didn't see it coming, but when Captain Psycho brought both hands up to pound the back of my skull, my body reacted before my brain could engage, and...I snapped his arm just above the elbow, before he could react. As my tormenter collapsed in agony, I wasn't sure if I should finish him off or carry him to the doctor.I never got the chance to do either.Two soldiers appeared out of nowhere and assisted their fallen comrade out of the fitness center, while a very elegantly dressed man approached. Once down there, I quickly snapped the handcuff (that she used on me, earlier) on one wrist and quickly attached it to the pull up bar I'd had installed in the doorway to the bedroom."Ryan. This is not funny anymore." She'd de-blindfolded herself while I was playing with the handcuff."That's because I'm not going for laughs. Otherwise it'd be hilarious." I fixed her with my best evil-mastermind-psycho scare."Ryan." She was calm, talking to me like I was a crazy person, about to jump off a. ‘See, still like an iron bar?and so soon after cumming too.’ There were chuckles and crude comments from the watchers at the side of the room. The Colonel flicked the teenager’s engorged cock from side to side, contemptuous of Andy’s moans and gasps each time his fingers slapped against the sensitive head and shaft.The Colonel got to his feet and used one finger to trace a line across the wet, slick skin of the American teenager’s chest. The fingertip touched Andy’s right nipple and rolled it. Give her a chance, she told herself, lifting her eyes from the book and craning her neck around the girl in front of her to see the woman.Her entire body tensed when the new teacher looked up from the grade book, tapped her pencil, smiled, and said, "Hello, girls. I'm Marsha Crow."It couldn't be. It absolutely could not be. It must not be, and then, Ilsa's thunderstruck mind bellowed, "how on earth can it possibly be?"But it was. It was the woman from the park, who had watched her and Melanie.