Uncle Abraham received them on the train station and brought them to the big house in the country, far from the hustling life of the city. Aunt Rose, ...welcomed them when they arrived. She must not be older than mid-thirties at the most but did not look a day over mid-twenties. Compared to her, uncle Abraham looked a bit older but fit and healthy like a horse. It was already dark and aunty called them to the dinner. After dinner, all decided to go to bed early for the rest after a long journey.. When the van stopped, Grigori clambered into the back to blindfold her and led her through the warm sunlight for a few minutes and then into a building where he uncovered her eyes. She was in a deconsecrated chapel, part of some old religious institution or great landowner's estate. There was air conditioning and some of the furnishings were new, and out-of-place, such as the rack of torture implements. Waiting for her in the candlelight she recognised Grigori’s allies Andrei and Leon, her. "John, start in Pharmacy aisle 1 along the wall, you'll find the first label on the top shelf and the replacement label for the shelf, and enough price stickers to re-price the stock, if there was a change. The middle part where the price is should be easy peel. Follow the row to the end of the 6 foot fixture, it's all plan-o-gramed, and then down to the next shelf. If there was no price change, just change the label on the shelf header."It had been quiet most of the morning and Clarissa and I. . Please! I won't tell if you just leave now!"I laughed. "I'm going to humiliate you so badly, you'll never want to tell. Now shut up." I thrusted myself into her tight hole, and she began to thrash about. "NO!" Her crying became worse and worse. Another knife swipe across her ass didn't even shut her up. I held the knife to her throat while I fucked her ass, and still she cried. Finally, I stuffed her panties into her mouth and taped her shut. Her cries were weak muffles then. Blood ran down.