"Malus could have sworn something was tickling him playfully beneath his ribs, slithering about his vital organs. His heatbeat quickened. Was the daem...n playing some twisted trick. T'zarkan, he thought, what have you done? The Drinker of Worlds couldn't give voice to a reply courtesy to the alcohol coursing through the highborn's system, so he let Malus know the answer in other ways.The bastard son of Lurhan let out a gasp of pleasure as T'zarkan slowly built up pressure on his prostrate,. I’d been online for hours, digging farther and farther down into a death penalty rabbit hole.It was getting late, and although I’d taken a handful of Xanax, the gentle tyrant of sleep still hadn’t opened his arms. So, I stayed awake, sat by the window, which was wet with breath, and I researched more about executions in China.I found that most executions in communist-era China, still to this day, are carried out by firing squad. Soldiers from the army serving as executioners. The condemned. Like that!"She shrank away from him, back into the comforting softness of the overstuffed couch. "I'm married... and I-I love my husband!" she moaned. "I-I couldn't! I... just couldn't!" I'm not talking about love, necessarily. I'm talking about sex - fucking!" Get out!" she flared, her face livid with anger now. "Get out of here!" On her feet, facing him defiantly, she went on, "Y-you're trying to treat me like a cheap whore... and I won't be talked to like that!"Hartman remained in his seat.. Her name is Disha. 20 years old fair complexion. With brown hair. Black eyes. Voluptuous body. A masterpiece by god is the perfect term to describe her. Now well it happened so, that it was a monday and we were leaving for our respective offices. I started my bike, and left it idle without accelerating. Meanwhile Disha came down and saw that her activa’s tire was flat. I acted as if i didnt notice the flat tire, and said: ‘Hey Disha! Is everything alright?’ She replied: ‘Hey! Nopes my tires.