08-28-2009, 02:52 AM
Hunter was no longer on the bed. He was on the ground, staring at the picture of Grace and himself. They were married, but...he did not have her. Not truly have her. He wanted her, willingly, her body, her hair, her eyes...her soul...He loved all of it so much, he craved it like somekind of hopeless drug addict. "Ren. You're awake. Come to your senses yet?" he asked, looking at Ren.
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She suddenly felt a pair of hands, massaging her shoulders, perhaps easing the tension in her. "Good morning, Angy. Have you accepted your new role as a slave?" he asked as he massaged her pleasurably.
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She suddenly felt a pair of hands, massaging her shoulders, perhaps easing the tension in her. "Good morning, Angy. Have you accepted your new role as a slave?" he asked as he massaged her pleasurably.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.