the beating starts.the beating starts. I feel the first ones. the beating saps my strength. after a time, I fall to my knees. eventually I fall on my face and lie there. somehow I think I hear horses running. no it is someone pounding on the door. [46] the twins pull me to my feet and take me to the bathroom. I cannot walk so they drag me. they wash me and put me to bed. during the night i have a dream. many hands are on me and someone photographs me front and back. |