04-05-2007, 12:26 PM
When Anna touced that tentacle, images suddenly filled his mind, causing his head to jerk back. He saw Robin, battered and bloody, glaring at him, swearing revenge. Then he saw Jinx, smiling and giggling at him as they walked down the halls, holding hands.
"Jinx..." he whispered, then he howled in grief as more images hit him. He saw Jinx, bound and gagged, blood and cum running from her nether regions, a hurt, shameful look on her face. He saw himself, face frozen in a mask of horror, turning away from her. Then, finally, he saw the image that had haunted him for the past year; Jinx, pale as a ghost, hanging from the ceiling by a rope around her neck, head hanging at an unnatural angle.
"Jinx! No, no, NO!" he howled, his grief and guilt coming back.
"Jinx..." he whispered, then he howled in grief as more images hit him. He saw Jinx, bound and gagged, blood and cum running from her nether regions, a hurt, shameful look on her face. He saw himself, face frozen in a mask of horror, turning away from her. Then, finally, he saw the image that had haunted him for the past year; Jinx, pale as a ghost, hanging from the ceiling by a rope around her neck, head hanging at an unnatural angle.
"Jinx! No, no, NO!" he howled, his grief and guilt coming back.