The same red paint but in a display of ironic creativity, the vandal had arranged the words differently: ‘DEVIENT’, ‘AIDS’ and ‘PURVERT’. ...Mr Peters was furiously trying to scrub them off, watched by Vice Principal Hinterberry.Eugenie Butler-Walker was standing to one side sobbing her heart out. Without even thinking, I went over and wrapped my arms around her in a comforting hug.“I’d love you to paint over it again,” I said so quietly that only Eugenie could hear. “If you don’t, you’ve let them. Johanna set up a chair and Stephanie grabbed a bullwhip I kept hanging on the wall. The two girls simply played with one another while I snapped photos. Johanna wrapped the bullwhip around my little cousin, her shirt falling open to reveal her titties in that sexy black bra, holding her hands behind her, reaching for her crotch. Johanna removed her shirt and they intertwined on the floor giggling, wrapping each other up in the whip, kissing each other and rubbing their legs together. My little. No maiming or injury. The apparatus you see before you will allow you to seize control of another person’s body.”This has to be a joke, right? A cursory glance around you reveals nobody else is laughing. “30 seconds after I finish speaking, the barriers will descend. From that point on, you are on your own. Fight, scheme and resist with all of your will. Only one champion walks away from this arena. May you Possess the most favourable of odds, one and all.” And with a crackle and a sudden rush. I had spent the past six hours in a state of sexual delight that was heavenly, but he had spent the past six hours seething. Six hours of outrage and fury. Six hours of bitterness and resentment. Six hours of hell. We came to a stop at a traffic light where ours was the only visible car. My Master turned to me and shouted "You fucking disloyal whore!" Droplets of spittle sprayed from his lips and splattered all over my face as he spoke.I felt nauseous. A pit of dread filled my little tummy. I.