She could only dangle upside down and in a little girl voice that broke my heart she whispered, "Momma. Help me. I'm scared. I don't want this. Don't ...let him hurt me."She knew there was nothing I could do. That didn't make me feel any less guilty. I married the sadistic bastard who brought about this awful situation. I've been telling myself that I should have known. But in the last twenty-four hours, in those rare moments when I wasn't being raped or otherwise tortured, I've looked back over. Venise nods. Mora looks over at Rin. And Rin remains as emotionless as the statues sitting in the middle of the room. Then she looks back to Venise and nods, “Okay.”Venise takes her hand and leads her to the center where the statues are. Mora’s heart is beating faster and faster now. Her skin is prickling. She looks at the statues of the men—the gods. They are taller by at least a full two feet. They are certainly built like gods. Like Michelangelo’s David, they are perfection. But unlike the. He said we are guys and we won’t have to be shy to each other. He said, “I m sure you r wearing undies, so you can remove the towel and get ready”. I was still shy as I know of my booby chest. Still, he insisted (maybe he wanna see me) so I somehow let go of my towel, thinking what the heck as I have to get ready quickly. As soon as I dropped towel he just stared at my body and boobs. I quickly grabbed my towel and said I told you I don’t have a body like urs. He said no no I m sorry. He just. She had studied the map and Ramzy El-Najjar's tales of the hunts in past years, both successful and failed, and had developed with him a plan. It was a good plan, based on the successful ploy of getting behind the hunters and then following them. This made the dogs almost useless because their own and the horses' scents would conceal hers where she managed to stay close to them. While they were following the trail she had laid down earlier she would try to stay close behind them. The only risk.