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Walking back to the bed, she eyeballed my every step, tears streaked her cheeks, and her chest heaved as she took air in hitching breaths. "Now Lauren" I said gently stroking her forehead, "over the next few days I am going to hurt you, probably quite badly. The thing to remember is that the more you try to resist it, the harder things are going to be for you. If you at least try and work with me, then you might enjoy some parts." She lay still, quietly sobbing, yet her eyes betrayed just how terrified she actually was. "Leave me alone, please Iôve done nothing, please just let me go home" she begged, somehow knowing it would do no good. "Youôre not going anywhere my sweet. Not for a few days anyway, maybe never. Now, hold very still" I said, lifting my right hand and placing it on her chest, the scalpel clutched within itôs grasp, "Iôm going to cut your clothes off, and if you wriggle, youôll get cut, do you understand?"
I couldnôt believe she actually nodded at me like I was still the teacher and she was some student in detention. I placed the scalpel just below her neck and carefully began to cut her clothes from her. She still had her ballet leotard on which was very tight, so as soon as the scalpel touched the fabric it pretty much split in two. Mind you, I was very careful not to cut her, I didnôt want her scarred after all. Well, not at that early stage anyway.