And women have long been known as the creators of the worst atrocities.With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood C...ountess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor, walls and ceiling were encrusted with untold amounts of blood and gore that the water hose in one corner had been unable to remove. The steel grates of drainage holes shone dimly here and there, some clogged with chunks of the latest victims that had yet to be cleared away.What. Eventually the small group reaches their destination. Audra didn’t see it before but after now seeing the large hanger, she knows they are on an airfield, most likely an airport. Now if I can just remember where there is one from the maps.She doesn’t linger nor does she run like she wants to. Instead she follows her escort through a small side door. The chasers at this point do not continue. It is only the stalker and her. Why didn’t I try to run earlier? Why did I allow that the happen? It. This particular afternoon she had called round to my house to see if I wanted to go for a walk – sure I said – we set off toward the school when she suddenly said I need to pee – Oh ok do you want to nip back to mine? – no she said we can go over there, at this time I have never seen a girl pee so I was feeling a little aroused by this thought – we wandered over the field toward some bushes – shall I wait here I asked – no come with me she said (I was hoping she would say that) we went to the. ”I flopped back in the bed of the truck, taking that in. Just me? He must be joking… or lying. I’ve been playing with him for weeks, getting him riled up, letting him get me off, then leaving him hanging time and time again. No way was he not blowing off steam with someone else.“You don’t believe me.” It wasn’t an accusation. It was just a statement, though I could tell he wasn’t happy about it.“How can I? Look at yourself!”He smirked and I had to throw my arm over my eyes to shield myself from.