How long you going to torture yourself like this? How long? She didn’t say anything just looked in my eyes desirously and held her very close to me ...for sometime and than I hold her in my arms and started walking towards my room. We both were drenched in rain and our feeling, nothing could have stopped us tonight and even the entire house was silent as if whatever is happening should happen.Our wait should be over and our suffering should end tonight. I took her inside my room and locked the. It was never about marriage though. I just wanted tofuck her for goodness sake. Her personality shouldn't have mattered. Iwas supposed to be a shallow teenage boy who just wanted sex. But clearlyher personality did matter, because, although I'd told myself it was themoment she was rude to me that put me off her, I knew full well it wasthe moment she was disrespectful about Lucinda. My Lucinda. Thisrecollection now had me thinking about her as I stared vacantly at my newreflection. Was I still a. Finally, gritted my teeth against the ball-gag, gripped the seat of the chair from behind with my fingers, and rocked my weight over onto my high-heels. I thought I had been careful to keep the weight off my legs, but when the chair began to lift off the floor, I distinctly felt more than one tack pull out of the back of my legs. OWwwwwwwwww. I maneuvered the chair closer to the cabinet in the bathroom, then sat it down. The landing was a little rougher than I had intended. I sat down much. .." Maggie broke into the circle. There was a lot of screaming. A couple of the boys started to punch Maggie. And I didn't do anything! I was petrified. I just lay on the floor with my arms around my head, trying to protect myself from a head kick. I took a really nasty kick to my arm; it lifted half my body off the floor. And then the screams got really, really loud. I heard adult voices, and I finally opened my eyes. I saw Maggie's dress covered with blood." But it wasn't her blood. She.