« on: September 09, 2007, 11:56:57 PM »
I first met Madelyn six months ago. I had just started my first day on
the job as an office worker at a local health club. The job was only
part-time, but one of the side benefits was use of the facilities.
Not that I really needed them; even after three children, I still had a
nice figure. That's pretty good, considering the rest of me--I'm pretty
short, only five two, with 36D breasts, and I weigh just one ten. My best
assets are my legs--they're long and shapely, and my face, which makes me
look sixteen, even though I'm thirty two. My hair is thick and black, very
wavy, and long, which helps.
Madelyn introduced herself to me right off. She was the boss--a fact
she made plainly evident. A striking woman of thirty eight, she could have
easily passed for ten or twelve years younger--tall, very shapely, young
face, long, dark blonde hair she wore in a braided pony tail. Her outfit,
made up of a short leather skirt, burgundy blouse and black pumps, with
nude hose, revealed very much to the eye.
She took one look at my outfit and shook her head sadly. I couldn't see
why; it was perfectly business-like. Calf-length skirt, a white blouse,
blazer, white stockings and white pumps.
"No", Madelyn said, shaking her head. There was a look of what I might
call contempt in her eyes. "No, Karen, this will not do. We like to
portray an image of carefree youth here. Notice." She pointed to the two
other girls in the office. Both got up quickly, almost obediently; they
were young and pretty, dressed in short skirts and tasteful blouses, high
heels and such. "I should have told you the dress code. First, no skirts
below the knee; we prefer above or to the top. Secondly, no hose other
than tan or nudes. Above all, nothing which has no sleeves and nothing
loose or rumply. This is a health club; we prefer to project health, as
I nodded. She had a point. Then she smiled at me. "Other than that,
welcome to the Eternal Youth Health Club. There's your desk over there."
She pointed toward a glass top, open front desk with a terminal and a small
filing cabinet. She sat me down and got me oriented, explained to me that
I was permitted to have knicknacks or family pictures on the desk if I
wished, the usual chatter. Then she let me work.
The other girls were helpful, if quiet; more than once they stole looks
at me, with little smiles. They weren't mean looks, but I got a funny
feeling about it...
When lunchtime came they left, but I stayed behind to get myself better
oriented. I had brought a picture of my family with me, taken just a month
before: my husband, Tim, whom I love dearly, and has been nothing but good
to me since we married when we were both sixteen; my oldest daughter, Kera,
sixteen, who looks just like me; my twelve year old, Candace, and my young
son Tim Jr., who was six. As I was putting it into place, my eyes drifted
over to the
reception chairs against the far wall. The way they sat, anyone in them
had a full view of all three desks--that included what lay underneath. I
crossed my legs self-conciously, even though my skirt hid everything and
there was nobody there.
That first day after work, Madelyn offered to pay for a new wardrobe for
me--it was tax deductible, she explained.
I didn't refuse the offer; the look she gave me when I started to was
enough to chill that idea. She even invited herself along, picking out
clothes for me as we shopped after work. She explained the dress code was
"At Eternal Youth, we like our guests to have motivation to succeed",
she explained, "and that means both men and women. Conservative dress
simply will not do, you understand."
The trouble was, I was used to conservative dress; I grew up in a
conservative family. I didn't make my children dress that way--Kera was
always in short skirts--but I did.
My mother had insisted it was "terrible" for a woman to show too much
leg, and in fact, it was one reason I got married at sixteen--to get away.
Unfortunately, old habits die hard.
When I showed up for work the next morning, I felt uncomfortable, yet
freer, in the short skirt I was wearing; Madelyn approved, as did my two
co-worker, Carrie Ann and Laura.
Madelyn handed me something else, too--a pair of pink shorts and running
shoes, and a pink t-shirt with the "Eternal Youth" emblem on front. She
told me that certain days of the week I would be working the "floor" in the
club, and this was my outfit; she would tell me beforehand.
That started the next day. I was assigned to work with Dave Coler, one
of the instructors; he was young, only twenty six, solidly built, with wavy
blonde hair and laughing blue eyes. Carrie Ann and Laura had both dated
Dave--Carrie Ann, in fact, was married, and was having an affair with him.
I know this because over time, I caught them together, usually in the
equipment storage room. I never told anyone, though.
Dave was fun to work with, and I came to look forward to my days on the
"floor", which I alternated with the other girls. He could be a little
overbearing at times: he would put his arm around me all the time, or pat
me on the rear, or make comments about my legs. I asked him to stop a few
times, but he didn't, and I learned to let it go. Iit turned out Dave was
one of the top instructors, and his word was stronger than mine with
Finally, though, Dave pushed it too far; he got me alone in the
equipment room one day and pulled out his penis. He said something about
putting in me; I didn't hear. I stormed out and told Madelyn, threatening
to quit if she didn't do something. She did; Dave got reprimanded, and I
was assigned to work with Madelyn on the floor. I thought my trouble was
Was I ever wrong!
CHAPTER 2--The Seminar
Six months passed, which brings us to the present. Dave left me alone;
Madelyn and I became good friends, if not best friends. We worked out
every day after work, usually with Madelyn coaching me. The whole time we
talked extensively about me, my marriage, my husband and kids. She ate
dinner at our house, got to know me very well--though I learned little of
her. She wasn't married, I knew, but that was about it. Then she gave me
the opportunity to get to know her.
"The Club is sponsoring a three day seminar this weekend", she told me.
"I'd like you to come. In fact, I insist. It's mostly business, but
you'll have an opportunity for fun. A girl's weekend away", she told me.
I agreed only after talking to Tim; he thought it sounded like fun.
He'd been planning to take the kids camping anyway (I hated to go camping).
Kera had backed out of that; she was going to stay at a friend's house.
She hated to go camping, just like me.
So I went. Madelyn didn't tell me much, just that we'd have a suite,
and I should bring a swimsuit--in keeping with tradition, she bought me
one, a little thing that hardly covered me. I was also to bring my usual
dress clothes and my "floor" outfit, and I did.
The hotel was nice; it wasn't more than a few miles from home, very
ritzy but not very full, especially with a seminar. Madelyn explained that
things didn't start until Saturday, anyway, so we'd have the whole suite to
The suite itself was nice--three bedrooms, a sauna, bathroom, balcony,
everything. The bedrooms were huge and nearly soundproof, with king size
beds and thick, plush carpeting. Madelyn had me put on my swimsuit, and we
went down to sun by the pool. The place was filled with men--almost no
women, I noticed, and no children. I got more than one appreciative stare
and whistle while I sunned myself.
A few hours later, after I'd tanned nicely all over (Madelyn had taken
me to the hotel's little health club and had me tan the rest of my
body--suitless), we went back up to change for dinner. I put on a white
blouse with short sleeves, a short denim skirt, white high heel pumps and
nude hose; Madely dressed similarly, her blouse burgundy, like the first
time I'd met her, her skirt white leather. We went to dinner, then
afterward to the bar.
I don't drink, but I allowed myself to have a Shirley Temple, which of
course, has no alchohol. While we sat there, surrounded mostly by men,
both of us got hit on a lot; Madelyn made one promise after another, giving
them our suite number, then explaining it was "just for her", indicating
the wedding band on my left hand. Nobody objected, though a few guys
seemed pretty disappointed.
I didn't know what to think of Madelyn; was this what she meant to show
me? That she was a...forgive me...a slut?
It sure seemed that way, to me. Eventually, her attention turned to all
the men, who had begun to flock around her, and I excused myself to head
back to the room. I was tired and a little disgusted by her behavior, to
say the least.
It seemed like most of the hotel was in the bar; the lobby was empty,
and the elevator was, too. I passed a boy of about eighteen delivering
room service, but that was it.
Unlocking the door to the suite, I stepped in. Suddenly, a hand clamped
over my mouth. My arms were pinned behind me, and as I struggled, I was
aware I was inhaling a strong, pungent scent. Dimly I remembered a few
movies I'd seen, and then I passed out.
CHAPTER 3--The Rape
The next time I awoke, my head felt heavy and groggy, and I was aware of
the taste of linen in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but my tongue
contacted cloth. Panicked, I tried to pull it away, but my hands wouldn't
move; I could feel ropes against my wrists, holding them behind my back,
and more on my ankles. Opening my eyes, I saw I was lying on my bed.
I rolled over and found at least a dozen men standing around me, some
stroking their penis's, some staring at me. My heart began to pound, and
tears filled my eyes. They were going to rape me!
Then the crowd parted, and Madelyn was there, one arm around Dave's
waist. It stunned me to see him, and then I realized that he, too, was one
of Madelyn's lovers. Over their shoulders looked Carrie Ann and Laura.
They were all smiling.
"You must have thought me a terrible slut", Madelyn sighed. "I am. You
will be too, after this. You're so pretty, Karen, and it's a waste to have
you confined to just one man. Carrie Ann and Laura were much the same when
they came with me. Now they really know how to live!"
I began to sob. How could this be happening? It was like a nightmare,
or a horrible movie. I felt the bed shift, and saw Dave straddling my
knees, undoing the belt of my skirt. Once he had that free, he pulled the
skirt off, then started to untie my ankles.
I closed my eyes. "Keep your eyes open!", Madelyn snapped. "You will
do what I tell you, or she'll pay!" She thrust an instant photo into my
I gasped when I saw who "she" was. It was Kera--my oldest. She was
wearing a white long sleeve blouse and blue shorts and white sneakers--what
she'd been wearing before I left that afternoon. Like me, she was also
bound and gagged, lying on a bed--I thought it might be Madelyn's--but she
looked to be asleep.
"She's drugged", Madelyn told me. "Totally unaware. The last thing she
remembers was falling asleep at her friend's house." She smiled at Carol
Ann. "Carol Ann's niece is her best friend--her mother is also one of
We drugged her and brought her here, and she'll stay asleep and unharmed
as long as you listen. Understood?"
I nodded. By now, Dave had removed my hose and panties and was putting
my shoes back on--I don't know why. "You can struggle all you want",
Madelyn told me. "Fuck her."
Dave spread my legs and entered me on her command, his huge penis
ripping into me. It hurt worse than when I'd lost my virginity, and I
screamed into the gag. The pain cut through me like a knife, leaving me
dazed and panting.
In the meantime, someone else roughly tore my blouse open and yanked my
bra off, reveling my evenly tanned breasts. Mouths descended, tongues
licked my cleavage. One mouth fastened on the erect pink nipple of the my
right breast and began to suck, fingers and hands pawing and twisting the
other. I watched it all, terrified about Kera, sick and helpless. I felt
Dave leave me and someone else took over, grinding into my vagina. I
couldn't stop sobbing; it hurt so badly, the the penis in me, the hands
ripping at my clothes, pawing me, using me...
The thrusting between my legs became a slamming. I felt him deep inside
of me, striving to get the whole thing deep in. "Tight...", one voice
said, "fucking slut...", another called me, and the world began to slip
CHAPTER 4--It's Not Over
When I came around again, I had been untied, my gag removed, and I was
kneeling beside the bed. The men were all still there, stroking
themselves. Someone cupped my chin and leaned my head back, and I was
looking up at Madelyn.
"You passed out", she told me coldly. "That wasn't smart, Karen. I
don't want you to pass out without permission. Because you did, I punished
Kera." She held down another snapshot.
Kera was still unconscious, but her blouse was open, her bra gone,
breasts exposed. Gobs of cum coated her breasts and tummy, splashing up
onto her chin.
"Cum bath", Madelyn told me. "And tit jobs. She has nice tits. Next
time, we wake her up." She shoved my head back.
One of the men had his penis in my face. "Smile", Madelyn told me, "and
put your hand on his cock. The left." I did, and she snapped a picture.
I stared at the man's penis, inches from my mouth, felt it in my hand. I
had never even sucked Tim before; the thought of a penis in my mouth made
me gag. Then I thought of Kera, and leaned forward, sliding the penis into
my mouth. I gagged a little, but managed to get a good rhythm going.
Madelyn told me to masturbate with my other hand. I did as I was told,
maintaining the same rhythm, thinking always of Kera. She was an innocent
girl--she never swore, never even spoke of sex. Her goal in life was to be
a nurse, or maybe a doctor, and she didn't even have a boyfriend. The idea
of all these men entering her terrified me.
I raised my eyes to the man. He had a half-grin on his face, looking at
me like I was a piece of meat, as if sucking him was all I was good for.
In my mouth his cock swelled, pulsed, and then there was cum shooting out.
I choked it down; I was afraid if I didn't swallow Kera would be
"punished". When he was dry, I slid off, cringing at the prospect of what
Madelyn would say.
"She's learning", is all I heard. The next guy up was Dave. I sucked
at him numbly, remembering how he had raped me, wishing I could hurt him
"Good whore", Dave laughed. "Good little slut. You like sucking my
cock, don't you?"
No, I didn't, but I nodded anyway, his cock bobbing in my mouth. He
started to swell, then pulse. Before he came he jerked his penis out and
came on my face. I let him do it, too scared to do otherwise. Carol Ann
and Laura bent down and licked my face clean, then moved back as another
man stepped into Dave's place.
My mouth was getting sore now; it only got worse when I saw this man's
huge penis. It was a monster, so big it stretched my jaw to the limit when
he slid it in. I could hardly suck on it, and the frustration and the fear
made me start to cry again. That was greeted with hoots of laughter, and
then Madelyn spoke up.
"You're aren't playing with yourself, Karen!", she snapped. I realized
I'd stopped when the first man had come. Madelyn grabbed my right hand
thrust it against my vagina. "Kera will be punished now! And it's all
I pulled away from the man, grabbing her hand. "Madelyn, please! Don't
hurt her! I'll do anything, please!"
Madelyn slapped my face, twice, hard enough to sting but not to mark me.
"You will call me Mistress from now on! Is that understood?"
"Y-Yes, M-Mistress", I murmured, sobbing.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. "Now tell me
you're a slut."
"I'm a slut", I whimpered.
"Your husband is an asshole with a little dick!"
"My husband is an asshole with a little dick", I sobbed.
"Good. Now suck!" She shoved me around, and I went down on the guy with
the huge penis, fingering myself hard at the same time. Madelyn knelt
beside me, reaching her hands around to cup my breasts. "You do exactly
what you are told, Karen", she whispered, "and when Kera leaves here,
she'll still be virgo intacto. One more screw up..."
She moved away. I was too scared to notice or feel anything, even my
finger thrumming away inside of me, or the taste of the warm penis in my
mouth. The man suddenly pulled out and shot his load on my breasts,
covering them with more cum than I thought possible. Again, Laura and
Carrie Ann licked it off, every drop.
I heard a door close, then Laura was beside me, holding me by the
shoulders. "Dave, let's let her rest. Please? I'll do the rest of you.
She's tired and she won't be any fun if she's tired, right? Let me get her
into the shower and let her rest for a while. Please?"
Her voice was so pleading, her hold so gentle, I started crying harder.
There was a pregnant pause, then Dave said "Okay", and everyone but Laura
filed out. Gently she helped me into the bathroom, put me in the shower
and took off her own clothes to climb in with me. She had a nice body,
shapely and sexy, though her breasts were smaller than mine, with the same
She pushed my head down against her breasts and held me while I cried. I
didn't think I'd ever stop, but her gentle murmurings and the soft caress
of her hands soon did the job.
She raised my head and kissed me full on the mouth. Surprised, I kissed
her back. Her arms slipped around me, supporting me, and the kiss
lengthened. I've never had lesbian sex before, though I've been curious;
now I found, I liked it. At the same time I was terrified this was another
one of Madelyn's little "ideas" for me.
As if sensing that, Laura raised her head. She was a few inches taller
than me, so I had to look up at her. "Don't be scared", she said softly.
"This is my idea, not Madelyn's. If you don't want--"
"No. I want to", I told her, and kissed her again. I parted my lips
and left her tongue dart into my mouth, teasing me. Her hand, holding a
bar of soap, slipped between my thighs, in and out of my vagina. As her
fingers glided over my clitoris, I began to moan, my hands coming up to cup
her breasts, squeezing gently.
Laura lowered her mouth to my breasts, sucking gently at each nipple,
hand moving in and out of me. Then she moved down, kissing my belly,
kneeling finally to press her tongue into my already sensitive vagina. A
few quick licks and I exploded into orgasm, my knees sagging.
Laura held me up, holding me gently as she soaped me down and rinsed me
off. She helped me out, guiding me like a child, kissing me, the toweled
me off. As she started on my hair I dropped to my knees in front of her,
my mouth pressed against her vagina, which for the first time I realized
was shaved. It smelled of soap and tasted of it, mixed with the salt of
her juices, as I thrust my tongue in.
Laura moaned, her toweling hands moving fast then slow, fast then slow,
as I licked and licked and finally drained her juices. It wasn't as bad as
cum, I decided, and for the moment, it was a pleasant distraction.
Laura helped me up again, handing me glass of mouthwash. "Here, swish",
she told me, picking up a brush to do my hair. She groomed it nicely,
brushing it out to its full thickness while I washed my mouth out. She
turned me around again and was kissing me deeply when Dave walked in, stark
"Hold her, bitch", he snapped, and Laura turned me, pinning my arms
back. Into my ear she whispered, "It's okay. I'm right here."
Dave entered me, fast and rough. There was a sadistic look on his face
as he raped me, laughing at my wincing and my tears. I clung to the feel
of Laura next to me, wanting this to be over, for the pain to stop. Dave
finished and pulled out, grabbed my breasts, then told Laura to shave me
Laura held me again, as gentle as ever, and when I calmed, guided me to
the toilet. I sat down and she spread my legs, explaining that she was
going to shave my vagina.
I nodded and laid back, afraid of objecting for fear Kera would pay.
It didn't take Laura long; I don't have much hair there, anyway, and
after a few snips with scissors and the rather painful application of an
epilator and then some baby oil, it was over. I looked down at it--it was
like when I was little, only larger now, but just as hairless.
She put me into bed after that, lying next to me with her purse at her
side. "I was sorry to see you come to work for us", she said softly. "I
knew what Madelyn was going to do, but I couldn't tell you. Neither could
Carrie Ann. We can't tell anyone. You won't be able to, either, when
Madelyn is done." I started to ask why, but she put a finger to my lips.
"You'll see soon enough."
She slid her arm under my neck. "The truth is, Karen, I love you. If
Madelyn knew I was being nice to you like this, she'd...well, she'd make
sure I was punished. After this is over, I'd like to be your friend, maybe
your lover, too. Okay?"
I smiled at her. It was the first time since all this had started that
I had. "Okay."
She smiled. "You're a nice person, Karen. You don't deserve
this...rape. She uses that to break you down; she wants you to be even
more submissive and nice. You'll get used to it, maybe even like it.
Maybe not. I don't know if I do, but I don't have much choice." She opened
her purse and pulled out a picture of a girl about eight years old; she
looked a lot like Laura. "This is Lori, my daughter. This picture was
taken just before Madelyn...remade me.
That's what she calls it." A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Lori was seven then. I knew Madelyn had her, but I guess I didn't
believe what she said. She let those...those men, gang rape my daughter as
"punishment". That was three years ago, and once in a while, she'll have
someone pick up Lori as a "reminder". Lori is terrified of her. We all
I nodded. Who wouldn't be? "She'll hurt Kera, won't she?"
"Yes. Carrie Ann doesn't have any kids, so they used her niece. That's
how they got Kera. We do anything Madelyn says, not just because of our
Just then the door opened, and Madelyn stepped in. I let out a gasp.
Laura sat up, shoving the pictures back, and scrambled out. Madelyn walked
over and sat down beside me. She was wearing her swimsuit. "Laura fucked
you, didn't she?"
I nodded, afraid to lie. "Smart girl. She really likes you. She even
begged me not to do this. Did you see her daughter?"
I nodded. "Good. Right now, she's getting it on with four guys. Laura
is being "punished" for being nice to you." She smiled as I started to cry,
horrified by how cruel she could be. What would she gain? What did she
get out of this?
"Laura won't help you now", she told me. "Afterward...yes. She won't
blame you--she's too nice."
She walked over my suitcase and pulled out an outfit, throwing it on the
bed. "Get dressed."
I did as she told me; the outfit was one of my regular ones, short black
skirt, red blouse, nude hose and my pumps.
She left the panties and bra out, I noticed. She tied my hands again
and gagged me.
With her holding my elbow in a tight grip, she led me out into the main
suite, where several of the men were working on Laura and Carrie Ann. I
only got a momentary glimpse before Madelyn opened the door to her bedroom
and pushed me inside.
My heart fell instantly. Kera was awake--sitting up, a blindfold over
her eyes, the gag hanging around her neck. She was still bound, though.
At least, I saw, her blouse was closed, but two of the men were sitting on
either side of her, stroking their penises.
"Why are you doing this?", she whimpered, and her voice was so
frightened and pleading, I wanted to hold her. But Madelyn had my hands
tied and was still holding my elbow. One of the men squeezed Kera's thigh,
making her squeak. While he did that, the other man picked up a syringe
and a cotton swab. He swabbed the inside of Kera's other thigh, then
injected her with the syringe. She let out a gasp, then went limp.
Madelyn pulled me back out into the living room, where she removed my
gag and shoved me to my knees. From there it was a nightmare as each man
made me suck him, guiding my head with their hands. I choked and gagged as
some tried to shove themselves down my throat. Still others made me
swallow, or spurted on various parts of my body, soaking my blouse. I was
nearly unconscious when they finished.
But it wasn't over. I was manhandled and fondled, my clothes torn off,
and a vicious gang rape ensued. I passed out during that, and when I awoke
again, I was in bed, naked and untied.
I sobbed most of the morning, too sore, exhausted, degraded and hopeless
to do anything else. Laura came in after a while, and I apologized
repeatedly to her; as Madelyn had said, though, she was a nice person. She
held me while I cried; after a while I got sick, and she took care of me.
She helped me to shower; we didn't make love this time. Finally, it was
nearly noon when Madelyn came in.
I cowered at the sight of her, terrified beyond belief that one person
could be so cold, so cruel. She sat down next to me, a sheaf of papers in
"I'm here to make you a deal", she said. "All of this will end...if you
sign these. Here, read them."
I did, my vision blurring with tears. They were all types of
contracts--that I had willingly prostituted myself, and had agreed, for
$1000 (which Madelyn assured me had been left in my desk at work) agreed to
sell my daughter's body in the event I was unable. There was also letters
to Tim, telling him that I was tired of being married to him and had gone
off to find some "bigger, harder cock." There was also an affidavit that I
had submitted willingly to acts of gang sex, acting out a fantasy rape. I
signed them all, too scared to refuse, hoping it would end now.
Madelyn went over each one carefully, then had me dress, putting on my
"floor" outfit of the shorts and t-shirt. With Laura's help she bound and
gagged me, then led me out to the men. There, I was gang raped again.
This time was different, though; the men were gentler, though they raped
both my mouth and vagina. They did me in several positions, catching it
all on film. After that I was forced to proceed down a corridor of the
men, smiling, as each one groped and fondled and kissed me.
When that was done, everyone sat down to view the tape that had been
made; I felt sick. They had untied me during the rape, making it appear as
though I were doing it all willingly. I even smiled at some points--but
Madelyn had told me to.
After that I was taken into the bedroom where Kera lay drugged, and
forced to offer her, on film, to the other men. I had to smile and sound
natural; it wasn't easy.
Fortunately, they didn't hurt her, and it was over quickly.
Madelyn told me to pick out ten men and have sex with them; one was
Dave, whom Madelyn picked for me. I was threatened again, told to make it
look real. I was so scared and exhausted, I did my best, though I
certainly didn't enjoy it. Especially since Dave made no effort to be
Finally, it was done. My fear of Madelyn was complete; not only did she
have those signed documents, but she promised that at any time, she would
use the tapes or even Kera to get her way. She promised to be kind to me
otherwise from now on, provided I did what she said.
I slept for a while, then arose and put on my only remaining outfit.
Madelyn took Kera and I home in the early hours of Sunday morning, taking
Kera to Carol Ann's house, where her niece lived, then taking me home.
After a final threat, she told me she would see me Monday.
The next year of my life was like a living hell--almost daily, I had sex
with Dave, or was forced into having sex with someone strange. I did
parties, prostituted myself, all at Madelyn's command. Her demands grew
worse--soon, she was having me go away for up to a week, hooking myself at
conventions and parties. My marriage to Tim grew strained, and I grew
suicidal. Then, mysteriously, it all stopped.
It seemed there was a fire at Madelyn's house--arson, the police said.
Madelyn died in the fire, along with Dave and a dozen other men. A day
later, the Club burned down.
I didn't care; I was saved. Oddly enough, my savior was Laura. In
those six long months, we'd been together a lot, both as friends and
lovers. Then, one day when she got the flu and couldn't do what Madelyn
wanted, Madelyn had her daughter "punished"--and this time, it was fatal.
Little Lori died when the car she was riding in, kidnapped by Madelyn's
men, crashed. Laura pretty much snapped; with nothing left to lose, she
killed Madelyn and the nightmare that had come to haunt us all.
Now, two years later, I still have horrible nightmares and the horrible
secret of that weekened; Kera has all but forgotten, believing it little
more than a bad dream. As for me, well, the bad dream will never go away.