A terminal scream that speaks of the certainty of death – for lash of the bullwhip penetrates far below the flesh and into the very soul. The hot tr...ickle of urine down her legs. The dais had left her hanging and soon the motion of the ankle chains would bring it’s weight to bear. The Flagia rack! …momentary gleam of polished leather from the blackness…lash whisper… It was the last thing she saw before the chain…OH LILITH! OH KALI! OH WHITE MOTHER! Now the pitiless monster grasping her ankles. I hope you enjoy the show. I come back out with the cake on a small plate and two forks. “Sorry, this is the last plate, so we’ll have to share.” It’s a lie.I sit close to you on the couch, feet pulled up beside me so I can turn and face you on the couch. I cut out the first bite with my fork and tell you not to be shy. I take the bite in my mouth slowly. Before biting, I had already decided to overreact like I’m Sally faking an orgasm in a diner, but it’s not too much exaggeration for how. He moved on, trying to get the subject away from age. He feared that if she found out how old he was she might be put off. “I’m from just outside of Cardiff so it wasn't too far for me to come,” he said, trying to return his confidence whilst his brain whirred about how young and sexy this girl looked. She took in what he said and asked what brought him to Bristol and why he was still dressed so smartly. “I've been here on business and I thought I’d stay an extra day to do some sightseeing. My. "Well what if we don't believe you?"twittered the skinny one, flashingher eyes bawdily."Well then," replied Burt. "In that case I might 'ave to take you twonice ladies off somewheres and give you a show." He flashed his eyesback.The skinny woman grinned but the pretty one turned her nose up. "Nothardly Burt Harper. I've got better things to do with me time." Well get you miss high and mighty!" he said."I'm not parting me legs for the likes of you. I wants a man withsomething between his ears.