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"Wait," I said, my voice still stuck with sleep. The slot means closed hesitated before being closed and re-thuddingly hastily bolted. So much for the idea. I got up and grabbed the tray, take it back to my pallet itching. A bowl of oatmeal, how I hated being right, and a large glass full of water. It was useless for me poisoning Sarai, but still tried to use my magic to check for contaminants. I had enough energy to do it, and I liked it a small victory. Shyla Jennings and April were hitting the books and getting ready for mid-term finals. April was on task and stayed focused while Shyla on the other hand allowed her mind to keep drifting. April's short shorts kept distracting her. She was laying on her tummy and her nice, plump ass cheeks were just poking right out towards Shyla's face. Of course she got frisky and started teasing April. She insisted they should keep studying but Shyla was relentless and really thought they should take a little break to fool around and release some stress and anxiety. Once Shyla started playing with herself she got April all hot and bothered and she decided to join her. They licked each other's juicy pussies and April even licked her own juices off of Shyla's glistening face. Now if only they could figure out how to hit the books as hard as they licked each other! It was clean, but tasteless. Oatmeal and cold, and the water was hot fustily. I felt that Sarai had devoted much time and effort in your shot. Why? He did not care to follow the letter, he would have bragged to me about their own diabolical plan. Why then is the uber-cliche dungeon? After eating my porridge and drank water, I got my palette. I had that dream again. I started meditating, trying not to force, but also hope the demon back to me. Did. "You need food," He told me his side of the couch. I squinted at him. It almost seemed sympathetic. "Can I help you?" I asked, as I had been meaning to me before chasing the dream. "Sarai made a complete binding for me. I can not break without outside help. But for some reason, she could not defend strict enough to prevent me Shyla enlist your help." He shook his head, a small gesture that had baffled more human than demon aspect for me. "It's funny blind in some respects, as a result of tunnel vision to the only conclusion that reveals. "What I need, Shyla, is simple, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for you. A surge of power in a vulnerable place in the web woven my powers, from the outside, the structure will weaken enough for me to break. The hard part is that I have to physically touch and intimately voluntarily ". His head down as he spoke, but the last word looked up and saw my eyes. Despite the red light, I could see he was in pain during his imprisonment and not less than me. I tried to harden my heart against the pain. I could not pay exactly sympathy for the devil, no matter the pain. He raped me, I caught. He had done it, not Sarai, if it was an end. Or so he says. "Where it is the vulnerable place?" I asked, keeping my voice as neutral as possible, as if I asked where to find the eggs in a grocery store. His body language grew restless. His muscles tensed and his hands through his legs before turning back to me and then looking down. "Where it is the last place you want to touch me Shyla?" He asked, color defeat trace of hope in his voice. "No," I said. "No, no, no, no ... You can not be fucking serious!" I screamed. I jumped on the couch and tried to flee. It was too much for me to handle, or feel; I just wanted out. But the fuzzy edges of the chamber would not let me. I turned to the devil, the fire in my eyes. "Let. Me. Out. Of. Here," I said. He looked at me coldly. "As you wish," he replied, his voice tight. I woke up in my cell. My body was still hurts the pain of his penetration, and cuddled and hugged. I tried to control myself. If what you said was true, if I had not just hallucinating dreams ... I had to save Leigh. This was a time of emotional pain and the unpleasant physical intimacy of his life and his soul? I started to cry. How could I be so stupid as to be fallen into the trap Sarai? What trap just like I was invincible? Because of my pride, I am confined to a cell, recovering a rape, while my partner took an unconscious in his bed and his heart dangerous woman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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