What do you want your Japanese word to say?" "Do you have one for 'beautiful'?" She blushed furiously and turned sharply away from his gaze. "I want t... be 'beautiful'." Catching her image in a mirror, she glanced quickly away from the reflection. Her eyes were suspiciously bright with unshed tears."Then maybe people will love me," she added in a whisper he could barely hear. "Yeah." Pity stabbed through the Alchemist's heart. He pulled out the page of flash featuring the Japanese letters he'd. ? It isan existence that has driven many to insanity, and beyond.? A place of hate, murder and lust whichbenefits only the privileged, for those who would control us, a new day will dawn,a day were their own perversion will be turned against them, and the one shallrise above them all, to guide us to a new era where the weak will be madestrong and whole, where the greedy and the despot and the corrupt will bejudged for their deeds and struck down.?I do not speak of god or Jesus, these are. I can’t get comfortable in a strange bed, not even in a plush hotel, let alone here. I’m sure I can hear something next door. It’s Jen’s Mom and Dad. “No Derek, we’ve got guests, we can’t.” Derek didn’t take no for an answer and the familiar sound of lovemaking soon filtered though. It shouldn’t be a turn on, but my cock is rising. I’m listening to Jen’s Mom and Dad fucking. For an older couple they seem to be pretty physical, her mom’s gasps of pleasure are really getting to me, I know now. A large knife and a hacksaw.Her stare now much deeper than before, she has involuntarily started to rotate her hips, her true nature starting to overcome her meager willpower. Her breathing is faster and lower, and the flush across her chest has spread. Her tongue licks her lip slightly in anticipation.His voice is low, but audible. Some sort of distortion filter has been applied to the recording to make it unidentifiable."Tell me what you are, slave."Her face twitches a bit as she struggles to.