Pam POV
My pride bloomed as my children demonstrated strength and tortured Zoroneze and Anita.
None spoke about what they were doing as they worked on them.
Each with their way of harming the man and girl.
Anita cried and screamed when her father was being tortured, and he growled and demanded that we stop when his daughter was being harmed. All of that only caused us to want to do more. But I could see that our time with Anita was almost over, not able to cope with the blood loss and pain.
Both were soaking wet.
Axel had thrown a bucket of water over Zoroneze to wash off the vomit, not to make him more comfortable but to reduce the stench. I had sprayed the room to reduce the odor, and the drenching weakened the smell.
Anita was wet because she kept passing out, and we wanted
