Please make him let me go in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.’ I silently pray repeatedly. I tried to keep my breathing slo...w and deep as if I was sleeping. He ignored me. I was not sure whether or not he was aware I was awake or even if he remembered I was there. He went outside leaving the door open. The sun was bright, the air was cool but not cold even on my bare skin. The smell of the pine-drenched air was so nice after sleeping with this smelly dirty dog for. Of course, the other sluts had done a good job of cleaning, so there wasn’t much to do, except get dressed and ready to leave. Most all the other guests had left to go back home and the last few said their good-byes and departed, leaving just the eight of them there.John and Tim would be taking Rachel with them. They untied her and put her in the car. Of course, now that she was their slut and slave, she had to sit in the back seat just like Tracy was taught. Arms along the back, her legs. There was a queue in front of me. Apparently, even though relatively few were trusting enough to volunteer, there were not enough "qualified practitioners" or "operators" to safely perform the "procedures". But my time came soon enough, and I found myself in my nice clean orange jump suit, wrists shackled to a waist chain, hobbled by short ankle chains, walking down the hall to A Block, where the segregated prisoners and torture took place. I was nervous, sure, but also eager to get it over. He could only sit asshe pulled the flat iron through his hair as Sabrina instructed bothTara and Bob about the differences between day time and evening looksfor someone with his coloring, pointing out options in his makeup kits.It mostly went in one ear and out the other anyway, as he never realizedhow many names there were for different pinks and browns, as just seeingVanessa over his shoulder made it even tougher to concentrate onanything she was saying."Bobbi," said Sabrina, snapping her.