I asked her for a cigarret and fire because I saw she was lighting one up, she gave it to me and we started talking. After 5 min I asked her what her ...name was and she shaked her head. The read head said:"isn´t it nicer if we don´t know our names like a mistiriouse person in the night?". I had to agree and seriously I couldn´t gave a shit, at this time. After a while of talking (what for shure nobody cares) we started kissing (we both where not sober but also not shitfaced). The kiss got more. ‘This is the most remote room in the hotel and no-one is in the room on the other side of the wall.’. She had been thinking ahead it seemed. Inside the room she lit only the bedside table lamps, keeping the room dark but moody. I sat on the bed watching her move around the room, closing the curtains and turning on the TV. ‘Background noise’, she said. She wore skin tight blue jeans and a black polo shirt with Best Western logo and her name tag on. ‘Turn around, I want to admire that ass without. The guy spent another hour in the torture chair looking at the implements before they came and got him. As he was being wheeled back to his cell she “happened to walk by” with a cattle prod. He kept his head down but when he turned to look at her from behind she applied the cattle prod, then walked away without a word.The two ninos from the car screamed abuse, but since they would die first it really did not matter.The two ninos from the house did not say a word. Sara just gave the necklace. She braced herself, and over the course of several weeks, had actually gotten herself to the point where the taste and smell of her own waste in her mouth didn't make her want to throw up. She couldn't swallow much and keep it down, but just having it in her mouth wasn't much of a challenge. She was ready for him. Ready for whatever he would want to do to her. The only problem was, that she couldn't bring herself to actually talk to him about it. It was too gross, too perverse, too taboo. What.