She told me to get my legs open but I moaned, "No! I can't. I can't take anymore. Just kill me and get it over with quick."

Jean said, "We will kill you alright but not quickly. There is no way we can turn you loose. We would all go to jail."

They hung me up again then Jean said, "Let's have a contest. Get the darts out of the dart-board. Whoever hits a nipple or her clit gets to whip her until she passes out."

They were not good at it. They threw them over and over at my breasts and pussy but couldn't hit the nipple. It was not bad when they hit my breasts or the loose skin of my pussy but the ones that stuck into my rib bones or pubic bone were terrible.

Suddenly we heard sirens. Evidentally a security guard had heard my screams and looked through the basement window to see what they were doing to me and called the police.

I told them everything. All the people at the school went to jail unfortunately the kids were juveniles so they got off easy. My folks are sueing the school which has already offered to pay a million dollars to stay out of court.

I am going to a psychologist but I don't need her. That session cured me forever for being excited by pain. Now I cry if I just get a paper cut and wake up crying from nightmares where I am hurt.

Mom said we will be rich and I can go to a private school. They are sorry they didn't believe me.

I am writing this as a book publisher has offered to publish it since there was so much publicity. The only problem is the editor wants every detail of my suffering and I cry a lot at the memories.