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ink back tears, try to shake your head against the
restraining chain.
Look about you, Jenny, as your eyes grow accustomed to the brightness.
Tell me what you see. Speak to me, Jenny, I'll allow you a few
minutes of speech before I either cover or fill your mouth. Tell me,
Jenny, this may be your last chance for some time.... what do you see,
hear, feel, want, need ?
As I move into the light, approaching you, what is your greatest dream
and your worst fear ? The adrenalin's pumping in your veins, your
breath rasps, you don't know what I plan for you, but you have
imagined this moment over and over.
Tell me the good and the bad. What do you most crave for me to do
now..... and what is your worst dread ? You have to tell me, but you
have no idea which it is to be, if either. Neither do I, yet. If one
or other of your descriptions appeals to me, I may do it. I may just
toss a coin. Or I may have something far better/worse planned for
you.
Tell me now...
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