“PLEASE! STOP, PLEASE,” I scream out loud. I’m bellowing at the top of my lungs. I am crying like a baby. Tears stream from under my mask, down my cheeks. I turn over to relieve the pain but she cracks my rear-end several times, my costume is being ripped td shreds. I feel my butt cheeks exposed, all the way up to my thong, my lower back above my tailbone. I hear her hideous laugh. She’s enjoying this. She pops it across my back, I curve my back and reach around to stop the pain. I turn over and she cracks the whip on my chest, using the bat ensignia as a target, for two straight shots on my bosom. The bat ensignia is shredded, my bra is exposed. My torso’s on fire!

“Oh,Oh! Stoppit, please, oh no, dont, I’m begging…,” I cry out, humiliated. Unbearable pain. Crying like a child. Begging and pleading for her to stop. She laughs. I’m numb. I can’t feel my chest. I’m crying. Tears. I want to die.

Posted at: April 25th, 2001 - 7:36 am - Number of Comments » 0

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