And just because this guy wore a uniform and a badge didn't necessarily make him a good guy. She could only hope that his intentions were what he said...they were–that he was just a horny guy looking to get a piece and would then honor his promise to let her go.He watched her in the rearview mirror glancing up at her from time to time as he drove. He could tell she was uncomfortable with this new development and being in the back of a police car headed who knows where didn't make her feel any. There was some blood, but the hotiron stopped the worst of it. With care and determination, she peeledthe skin off the lower part of the breast, pulling it forward until ithung free from the still attached nipple. Exposed was the creamy fatof the inner breast. Soldiers kept bringing heated irons as the torturerliterally melted away the fatty tissue, using the dagger to cut throughthe ducts and suspensary ligaments which had given the breast itsshape. While the barber held the nipple up, she. But even with the warmth of the room her Icy wet cloths made her chilled to the bone. Lugia came and laid down next to her and with one large hand lightly pushed her so that she would be pressed against his warm fur. "You're cold" Lugia said his face close to hers. "Yes it's the wet cloths I'm wearing" She explained. "Take them off then if they keep you cold, if you lay them on the floor they should dry out from the warmth" Catarina blushed and looked at Lugia, he looked back with just a blank. Her body snapped upright as she whirled to face me. “You BASTARD!” she yelled again...and attacked me. I let her push me against the nearest wall and take a few ineffectual swipes at me, cursing under her breath the whole time—“...bastard son-of-a-bitch that really hurt, you asshole...” etc.—before grabbing her wrists and twisting her around so that her arms were behind her back. I used my belt to secure them there despite her struggles, then spun her again and pressed her back against the.