Meghan was back in the cell. Her cell. Her home. The pain was still there. It was both worse and dumbed down if that was possible. She couldn't get the vision of her mum and dad sitting with their heads down the way they had been. She just couldn't shift that image. It was like an image that she was taking out of body. Because she could see herself, standing to one side, looking down at them both. And then herself being led away on that leash by Laura. She was on her own now. This thing that she was in - this mess that she was in, she was in on her own. There was no-one to help her. If her parents hadn't given her up to Laura then there was a chance, a hope that she would get away, that it would all be over in due course. But Meghan kind of knew that with Laura, she must had made sure every single angle was covered. All the i's dotted and the t's crossed. That Meghan's disappearance could be explained away. That she had gone overseas to college. That she had gone to visit relatives overseas. That she had simply decided to leave home on her own - go travelling maybe. There were countless number of explanations that could be offered and would be accepted. Precise explanations, or vague ones. It would all mean that there would be no-one looking for Meghan any time soon. Any time at all. And her parents were in on it - kind of sealing her fate once and for all. If anything this whole thing was making Meghan realise - making her realise what she was involved in. Before she had simply been immersed in that sexual addiction and she hadn't needed to understand it at all. But now she was understanding what it all meant and that was another level of anxiety being applied. That she knew, that she understood what was happening to her at any given time made the pain that much worse. Made the mental torture that much worse. Made her break down that much worse. Yes she was breaking down - but she would never be allowed or permitted to tip over that edge and into a madness. If that happened she wouldn't know any more and it would be game over. Laura had to manage her - she had to keep the young girl teetering on the edge. Had to keep her just right there. A fine balancing act.

The plugs had been taken out of Meghan's sexuality and her anal tract and she was squatting over her bucket - over her toilet in the cell. But she was screaming. She was screaming loud. Her mouth was open and there was this barrage of sound coming out. There were no decipherable words involved in that noise that she was making. There didn't need to be words to get over that fact that she was in so much pain. The noise said it all. So much pain, so much discomfort. She had been unplugged and she had been squatting over that bucket. And her body's natural instinctive thing was to evacuate the oils that she had been forced to hold inside herself behind those inflated plugs. And now that she 'could' do that - now that she could just 'let go' and gush that stuff out of her, she couldn't. She could, but she couldn't. Laura had told her,

"You can let it go Meghan You can let it go, but if you do, the electrodes still inside you will detect a change in pressure inside you and will emit severe electric shocks. Absolute shocks that could well stop your heart."

Laura had spoken to Meghan right after those plugs had been slid out of her. She had been in so much pain from the retention of the oils that she just wanted to shit and piss it all out now, straight away. But Laura's words had stopped her. It was one thing not being able to evacuate because something was physically stopping you. But it was something else altogether to be able to just let it go but have those awful consequences to deal with if she did. She had to squeeze and she had to hold it inside her. She had had the fantasy of the electric shocks so she more or less knew what it would mean to have electric flowing through her like that. Like it was an inside knowledge that she had and at any cost she couldn't let go of the stuff inside her. There was the inevitable 'leak' of oils from her. That was a given. But even that didn't escape the attention of the sadist Laura.

"If you leak too much slut, the pressure will drop and BOOM BOOM."

It was like Laura was revelling in warning the teenager so that she would have to work harder. And that was the set piece for Laura to watch. This poor young girl squatting, not standing, not sitting, the whole of herself deformed by those boots that she wore and by the pain that she was in. Her hands on her latex thighs. The bucket under her for her to let go if she wanted to. But not doing so because of the knowledge of what was to come if she did. Meghan's mind was a mess. More than a mess. She couldn't get that image out of her mind - her mum and dad, probably full of shame and guilt themselves and yet as though they had disowned her. Neither of them able to look her in the eye. Then there were other visions.