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could possibly have even considered touching that skinny, arrogant, loud-mouthed tart? How could she say that their lies were the truth? How could she possibly demean herself before that disgusting little bitch?
    “No, Mrs. Ryan, I don’t ask too much. You are to do exactly what you’re told because to do otherwise would cause unbearable suffering to someone you love. I also remind you that there are no windows in your room here. The walls are quite thick. Your screams will not be heard. During a long night trying to fight off the starving rats, you will scream, Mrs. Ryan...scream until you have no voice left to scream with.”
    His words sent a shudder through Kathy’s body. “I have no choice,” she said.
    “That’s correct. You have no choice. I see that the original photographs are on your lap. Take them to the fireplace and burn them.”
    Reluctantly, Kathy crossed to the blazing logs. After looking once more at the pictures, she dropped them into the fire. “Now, the only true photographs are those you threw to the floor. Pick them up. Return to your seat and tell me when and where you discovered them.”
    When Kathy was seated, she thought for a moment before speaking. “I found these shortly after Jeff died. They were hidden under other papers in his desk drawer.”
    “And love letters from Sheila,” Ruben added. “She also has a packet that she will say were sent to her by your husband. You will testify that the handwriting is his. Perhaps Sheila will require you to read one?” It was a question.
    Kathy wanted to kill him, kill him and his hateful niece. She didn’t answer.
    “I remind you of the sadistic dwarf at a place called the Facility. Perhaps you would like to join me if she is whipped again tonight? We could watch together,” he said.
    Kathy glared across at him, “I’ll say the handwriting is Jeff’s. I’ll read what Sheila asks me to read.”
    Ruben nodded, “Yes, that will do nicely. Sheila and I will ask you other questions most of which are listed in folder I gave you. Be prepared to give the expected answers. Be prepared to fully support Sheila’s account of the passionate affair your husband lured her into when she was little more than a child.” Kathy’s anger turned to despair. The tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks.
    “Enough of that!” he said sharply. He crooked a finger at her, “Come over here and kneel between my legs.” The thought of kneeling before this filthy, foul smelling old man sickened her. The fact that he could see her breasts through the thin blouse and that he knew she was naked under the short skirt, caused her to blush profusely. She rose unsteadily and crossed to him. He pointed to the floor. When she was on her knees before him, he said, “Now, unzip me and take out my prick.” Despising herself, Kathy tugged down his zipper and reached inside his shorts for his limp cock. The odor of his crotch turned her stomach. His pale flaccid penis was both long and thick. She looked up into his evil face, “Kiss it,” he hissed. “But first tell me that you have always longed to get down on your knees before Simon Ruben and press your lips to his prick. Tell me that it’s been a secret desire of yours since you were in your teens. Make me believe it.”
    She raised her head hating the sight of him, “I...I...I’ve always longed to kneel before Simon Ruben and…and…kiss his …his penis,” she said.
    “And?”
    Kathy thought for a moment. “Even when I was in high school and you would be at the country club pool, I thought about it. I’ve always been attracted to older powerful men.” She paused. He seemed to want more. “I would watch you when you weren’t looking and…and imagine what you were like…imagine what you would make me do.” Kathy suddenly realized with sickening dread her words were not far from the truth.
    He seemed satisfied. “I want you to repeat that story to both my friends and yours.” He glared at her