Prisoner 666 spit on my face for a long time, he called me as bitch to worse, as insect "bgsy" very little insignificant and easy replaceable, yelling...and hitting on the floor the dishes with meal i brought to him.on easter holiday i´ve decided there was enough...and prisoner 666 would learn how to "behave" according to "the-shelter" that "accepted" him, when we know even nowehere else he would live in, and could be "erased" as merely "target" by "his-mates" convicts.i brought irons and i. That I wasn't the right person to take.Maybe my life was not good enough.I had to try.So I opened the door. There was a sea of people outside. All lined upfor the annual billy cart race.Somewhere amongst all these people I would be standing, watching.But as I looked at face after face I realized that I had no memories ofwho I was.I only had memories of who SHE was or who I now was.Nothing. Not a glimmer of recognition. I was panicking now. If Icouldn't recognize him now just minutes after. Well if I can’t have her, maybe nobody else should either. Yeah, if I kill her you can’t have her either.’ Steve said. He pointed the gun at Sara. ‘You’d better kill me first Steve, because if you shoot her I swear to God that I will torture you for months before I let you die.’ I said. Steve returned his attention to me, but he lowered his guard for a moment and I grabbed the gun, pulled it from his hands and pointed it at him. ‘Now, I suggest that you leave. The lady has made her choice.’ I. Next time she'd have to dip her toes in fresh dog shit first. Donna leaned back and signed in blissful relaxation as her new slave's tongue worked in and out between her toes. Finally tiring of the game, she planted a foot on the naked girl's shoulder and sent her sprawling across the room... "Come here, slut," Craig then commanded. Cheryl complied immediately, crawling on all fours to Craig. She began to use his teeth on his laces, assuming that she was to wash his feet as well. Instead, Craig.