" "Gotcha. Can I go with the keyboard?" Brody helped her up and she made her way over to the synth case. "Sure. Could you give me a hand?" Ryan gestur...d at the case. "Sorry, it's a pain to get that out by myself right now." "No problem." Brody nodded and helped her get her synth set up, then handed her the laptop bag at her request. Ryan smiled but kept her eyes down as she scrolled through her files. She didn’t know why she was so unsettled. She ran things by the band all the time, and. But I won’t. The monster has other ideas.” The creature then proceeded to enter into the next room. The room was bare except for some sheet covered furniture. In the middle of the room was a solitary round white alabaster table with a sixteenth journal page on it, penned from Vulnavia. The creature read the page which revealed the following information: “As my consciousness grows stronger, so does my hatred for my husband. Each morning after breakfast, he brings me with him down to his. She went off to the bathroom, saying that she needed to pee, but left the door of the en-suite open so I could hear everything she did. As she came back into the room, I told her that now it was my turn to pleasure her, took hold of her hands, and pulled her over to the bed. Using one pair of cuffs, I fixed her hands to the bed head, leaving her legs free for now. Switching on the vibe, I worked on her pussy lips, up and down, just touching her clit hood, as I circled about it, and then down to. " Must have been a hard decision." It sure was. Took me a couple of months to reach it, but in the end I had to admit to myself, that I couldn't live without her, although I knew it would be difficult to live with her. For the first two weeks we met a few times and talked, and then I couldn't keep my hands off her. And for the whole weekend we fucked and cried, fucked and slept, fucked and ate, slept... on and on till Sunday afternoon. And gradually our relationship slipped into what it had.