The young man was sitting on one of the low beds, his hands held out in front of him. Abigail gasped despite herself, and even the Abbess seemed shock...ed for a moment. The man’s hands were hideously blistered and burnt.“It was the blacksmith’s fire, Mother Clare,” said one of the men who had helped to bring in the injured boy. “He was reaching for a fresh brand, and he must have slipped. His hands went straight into the fire.”The Abbess at once took charge.“Hot water, ointment, and clean. The other femaleslaves masturbated there clits and the males wanked to see her tortured.As I lead her out one of the slave girls stepped forward and pinched her clit so hardAs the mistress had done to her so, so often in the past and she said I am going toEnjoy giving you pain so much, and I lead her away.She was allocated no work as she had her hands fixed above her head, she was orderedto just walk around the house continually and visit every room to find someone to abuse her.She found many. I looked at the mirror and was satisfied. But why at all I was dressing like that? I did not know correct answer.Gautam came near the gate of our flat at eight and called me. I went out and he opened the door. The hotel was bit far off on highway and he drove slowly taking time to talk. He was even contemplating that he and me may get some TV role also. I laughed and said that he may get as he is still young but not me. But he complemented me and said that I look much younger than him and was. Then I realized she must have found that picture herself, and bookmarked the page it was on."How'd you get that?" I asked, confused. She must have sifted through days worth of thumbnails to find that."I sent it to myself in an email from your computer," she said. "Show me!"Suddenly I understood. I had bookmarked that page, and the other pages with her picture on them. Then, to make the PowerPoint presentation, I had just selected the pictures on those pages. She had decoded all that, found the.