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272She thought about it. %u201cOkay.%u201d%u201cI will need to go out and buy some clothes for you later this week but some of my daughter%u2019s should fit you. Her old bedroom is next door.%u201dIt was six-thirty. They had eaten supper together and she wore a pretty dress that once belonged to his daughter. It was summery and loose. She wore nothing beneath and enjoyed the light fabric against her skin. He was showing her things in the dungeon.%u201cI collected these over the years from specialist shops in Soho. Many are reconstructions of objects used to torture people in the past.%u201d He told her.She picked up something which resembled a hedgehog. It was about the size of the animal and was covered with sharp needles of varying length. A long plastic tube ran out of where its backside would have been, and a large, tennis-ball-sized, rubber-ball was attached to the pipe.%u201cWhat does this do?%u201d She asked.%u201cThe needles are hollow. You can get someone to open their cheeks or their labia and sit on it. You fill the ball with liquid of your choosing and squeeze it hard. The liquid is forced out at great pressure into the subject%u2019s tissues,%u201d he replied.%u201cAcid?%u201d She asked.%u201cNo. It would melt through everything.%u201d He informed her. %u201cBoiling water, yes.%u201d%u201cI want to try it on her while you finger me,%u201d she said.%u201cIf you wish, but I have more things to show you. I think you would find some more visually graphic and therefore more exciting than that which shows nothing of interest to the eye.%u201d He told her. %u201cThere are The Girl Who Cried Rape