07-20-2010, 05:52 PM
"Don't move, or I'll rip that helmet off then and leave your corpse in a whorehouse," the Savior threatened, his grim voice making it seem like he really was willing to do it, and perhaps he was. "Your choice. Either the helmet comes off, or my fingers stay. Pick," he commanded, keeping his fingers against her privates, rubbing her crotch.
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.