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Brilliant, Malin.
Looking into the heart of the experience, the mind of the victim.
Finding there something profound, and imaginative, and touching.
And wonderful.
You take these familiar scenes and bring something fresh and new to them.
A fitting response to the inspirational pictures.
 
She is lovely, as is our Malins. She is worried, but strong, so far able to see this as a strange new experience. The screams are disturbing, but the accusations against her are groundless, aren't they, and her accusers were not really credible. She tries to believe she will be home soon.
 
Hasturan said:
Accused lady Malins
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Hondoboot2 said:
She looks a little worried
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A very strange mood at that ball, from the beginning, but what could I do?
Everywhere it seems I was confronted with dark hints and insinuations.
As soon as I got involved in any conversation, it was subtly guided towards the topic of crime and punishment, interrogation and confession...
oh, such things, cushioned in euphemistic terms, are occasionally brought up in the best of company, for a certain titillation.
But it seemed like it was all anyone would talk about ... at least when they were talking to me ... and the looks they gave me...when they thought I wouldn't notice... everyone knows something, except me?

I got... a little worried.
I tried to quietly leave.

'It would cause quite a scandal if you were seen to rush away from the festivities so soon. Did someone ... offend you? May we discreetly accompany you out?'

It's not like I could do anything.
This is were they brought me.
They would not have shackled me like this if the accusations they intend to bring against me weren't of the most abominable kind.

They are leaving me here, to give my hopes time to wither and die.

Jollyrei said:
the accusations against her are groundless,
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How much do they know?
How do they know?

Should I confess everything right away? No, it won't save me, and they will torture me even then, as they'll expect there has to be more than what I gave up of my own will.

Can I win some time for the few allies I have to make a move?
Unlikely.
I fear they'll succumb to cowardice...
 
Jollyrei said:
Should perhaps have chosen a better class of allies, my lady.:rolleyes:
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I know.
There wasn't that much to choose from.
Spineless sycophants all, in the high circles of power.
Here in the capital it seems men are not men anymore.
The good ones have all been sent to die in unwinnable wars.
That's the only reason an unlikely person such as I would get involved in such an affair. It seems there's just no one left to stand up against the corruption that is eating our once-proud nation from the inside...
 
Rules of the Game

Don’t try to play the heroine.
Too late for that now.

Just obey.

Strip off your clothes.
Hold out your wrists
for shackling.

Don’t cry,
‘The bleating of the kid
excites the tiger’.

Best not to look at them,
or at their instruments.
Keep your eyes lowered.

They’ll question you of course.
If you can answer truthfully,
then do.

Confess.
Name all your friends.
Betray your mum and dad.

Forget
brave resolutions, loyalty,
even love.

Whatever you do,
don’t lie.

There won’t be much
they don’t already know:
they’ll catch you out,
and punish you –
and I mean punish!

Then they’ll begin again
at question one.

So, when they ask you
questions that you can’t answer,
or your replies
don’t satisfy them –
be sure, they won’t! –
stay quiet.

You’ll know what’s coming next:

They’ll torture you.

I won’t say how:
only
they seem to know
just what you fear so much
you cannot even bear
to think of it …

Don’t fight –
you’ll only make it worse:
just let the pain flow through you,
conquer you.

Scream!
Scream all you want.

No-one will hear you.
Nobody knows you’re here –
except your Torturers.

Let your whole body writhe and hurl,
tug at the chains,
clutch at them, grip
till your nails bleed –

Better still, bite!

(If you’re a good girl,
they might let you have
your filthy panties
to chew on!)

It won’t be long
before they’ll scarcely need to touch
your quivering skin
to start you squealing.

Your body’s
your worst enemy,
the pain
you’ll mostly cause yourself.

Quickly you’ll learn
the victim’s role.

And, little whore,
you know
they won’t just question you:
these men want more –
and it won’t just be rape!

So – I can hear them coming now –
make yourself ready,
flick back your hair –
that’s nice!

Last sip of water
as they unlock the door …

She’s all yours, boys!
 
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