I pick it up. I pick it up? Do I want to do this? Really?I smell the dress. Vanilla, I think. It's just a trace. I don't knowthese things. The dress f...eels nice on my fingertips. I return it to thechair. I stand in Emma's room staring at her dress for countless minutes.It feels like days. She won't know. She really sounded angry at the ideaof me wearing her clothes but she won't know. She won't.Somehow I'm holding the dress. I turn the dress over and over in myhands. I admire the dainty. I began to slaughter them all, first killing the men that had raped Claire and then killing as many people at party as I could before they escaped. From that point on, the sole purpose in my life was to achieve vengeance. I turned that crowbar into a sword, transforming it from a meaningless tool into a symbol of retribution. There was no going back from then on. The voices in my mind had always told me to commit horrible crimes, and it was Claire who taught me how to disobey them. But without. THEN SUDDENLY THERE WAS A DOOR BELL. WE GOT SCARED IT WAS MY DAD WHO WAS ON THE DOOR SHE TOLD ME WE ARE NOT FINSHED OUR JOB TODAY AT NIGHT DON’T GOT TO SLEEP I WILL COME TO YOUR ROOM AND I WILL CONTUNE WHERE I WAS STOPED SO I RAN TO MY BED FAST AS I COULD SHE OPENED THE DOOR FOR MY DAD. THEN I CAME DOWN ON STAIRS AND I SAD HI TO MY DAD SHE WAS FULL OF JOY THAT HE CAME TO HIS LOVLY FAMILY. WE HAD DINNER AND MY DAD WAS SO TAIRD OF HIS JOB HE WENT TO HIS BED AND AFTER 1 MIN HE WAS ALLREADY. They thought I was as strange - and so did I too.so this blond chick says:"you like sex then?" yes I do" I told her.They looked me over and nodded. "want to join in a gang-bang?" she asked.I was opened mouthed with astonishment."oh wow. yes please!" I said. I couldn't say no to them and wimp out!besides, I was now crazy-hot for sex and wanted a good fucking, so it was a most opportune suggestion.She explained that every week these gang-bangers came round to the flats and gang-banged them.And.