This was important – to him, to Jean, maybe even to Ellen – so I did what I had trained myself my whole life to do. I took a chance. Not a big one... ... but hopefully enough.He listened, though I'm not certain exactly how well he heard me above the bailer. I told him the events that led up to today. I told him about the emptiness of being an orphan, the bliss of thinking I was part of a family for once, and the utter rage and desolation I felt when I'd found it was a lie. There were things I held. Fenrir noticed and got angry. He grabbed her and held his claw in front of her throat like a knife."Do it, you cowardly girl!" Fenrir yelled."You can not resist the urge to smoke. You can not beat me. I'm unbeatable!" Please..." Margaret begged."Do it!" He demanded.Margaret sighed having no choice. She reached for the cigarette and put it in her mouth. He let go of her and turned his claw red. It touched the tip of the cigarette, lighting it up. He put his hands on her shoulders, massaging. All in all, she was quite a sight to behold. The Master nodded his head in approval. "Look . . . I'm an American citizen," Kelly blurted out again, "and if you think this will go unnoticed, then you're crazy!" The Head Master frowned at this. Americans were so arrogant, he thought, always demanding respect simply because of who they were. This one's outburst sounded more like a desperate plea than anything else, but nonetheless, it required some discipline. He spoke to one of the guards in. She picked up a bottle of water, then came and stood near me while she chugged it down. I was curious as to why she was always so thirsty just from being on a webcam. I pictured camming as just lying there and touching yourself.“Why are you always so thirsty?” I finally asked.“Messing around on cam for hours at a time and having like ten orgasms will do that to you. Not to mention the lights beaming on me,” she answered.“Ten orgasms?” I said, surprised.“Well, I think I’m up to eight tonight,.