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258%u201cOh, this is normal to me,%u201d he told her. %u201cI love to hear the sounds of a broken woman. Did you know... women are like horses. Once you%u2019ve broken their spirit, you can ride them any way you like without ever experiencing resistance again.%u201dHe took a step back and brought the belt down in a heavy and violent slap across both her breasts. She shouted out in pain. Paula heard every strike, counting them, desiring to be let out and kill the fucker. But the trap door never opened. She heard the chilling cries of pain turn to whimpering and crying, but still the strikes went on. She counted 79 before they stopped, and she felt the floor rattling when he was fucking her, pounding his cock into her so roughly, the bed shook and rattled against the steel plates above her head. It went silent. She heard him spit and the sound of urinating, then the cabin door opening and closing. The hatch door above her head opened. Paula climbed out, stood and looked down at the blood on the floor, the walls, the bed. And then she moved her head slowly to look at Lisa.%u201cI%u2019m sorry, Paula. I could not let you out to face that mad man.%u201dLisa, the beautiful woman with the most perfect breasts nature could ever design, was now a beautiful woman with no breasts at all. They had been completely destroyed. All that remained were strands of underlying tissues barely covering her exposed bony ribs.Paula did not go over to comfort her or speak any words. She walked out into the short corridor, and into the dining area. He was there laughing and drinking with the others. She could see him through a blurred, red-coloured haze.He turned to see her as the scissors plunged into his chest over and over again, they continued to plunge in even when three men tried to pull her off. In an adrenaline fuelled rage, she was an undefeatable Sub