The catch was that I only painted morbid and abstract things. Most of my work is dark and gothic which I think portrays the life I live. THE CULT Th... Room was packed with people. Tons of people. White and blacks, Young and old. In the middle was a rather large table and on it laid 16 knives. 34 Ft of rope, Bins and bottles of pills. a crate of razors, complete with 2 hammers. On the ceiling a large counter clock, it looked more like a score board. It lit up and everyone went silent as the. " I appreciate the thought, ladies", I sighed. "Really, I do, but how could I possibly deal with something like that? Horses and cattle I know, but crops? I wouldn't know the first thing about them!" Nor should you", replied Delia. "That is what the caretaker is for. You are not even expected to reside there. Your place is here, by the side of the Queen. You were named Knight-Protector, not farmer. It is expected that you visit once or twice a year, but that is all." Not good enough", I stated.. I guess she found something she liked, because she started to get enthusiastic. She was licking the head like she wanted to get to the creamy center, which wasn’t far off. Then she placed the entire head in her mouth and began to move her head up and down. She could only take a few inches at first, but soon she was taking most of it down her throat. She was a natural. After one particularly deep pass, she came up and looked at me, saliva running at the corners of her mouth, her fangs gleaming. They knew this base was doomed to fall, and they couldn't call in enough emergency transports to save everyone, so they thought up a cover for us- the only Warriors on the base currently- and the Command Staff, and are getting us out of here while the rest of the people here will be captured." She looked as if she wanted to claw the General's eyes out."I'm sorry," the General said in a grumpy tone, "but I had no damned choice! It was ten of us or none of us, and I'd prefer that some of us at.