"Anyone else would have walked out on me, a relative stranger, if I'd said that to them but not her. You see, I can kind of smell it on them, it's a �...�hormone’ they give off.She'd opened up about it, relished recounting the sordid brutality yet the details were irrelevant because she needed to live through it in a variety of ways again and again and again - Freud’s compulsion to repeat.*"I'm going to fucking hurt you, you worthless, fat and ugly bitch.'She says nothing so I bring the flogger. I roll my fingers over her pussy, getting them wet and slowly pushing them in. “Fuck yeah, fuck that pussy,” she said as her eyes grew wide looking down at me. My fingers with to work, curling up till they felt that magic spot and did the come-hither technique on the g spot.Her body is shaking now, “Fuck Fuck Fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she cries out as her eyes roll back into her head. With one last moan, a gush of juices explodes out of her pussy. Her body shaking, a wave hit again. “How do we go about this?” Samantha questions.“You two take the right and work your way toward Avyanna,” Nash says. “I’ll hit the left and attempt to draw as much of their fire as I can.”“In a hurry to meet a quick end?” Spencer asks.“Always. It’s what keeps me alive,” the man says with a faint smile. “Besides someone has to play decoy and I don’t mind.”Before either one can respond Nash is already around the pillar firing. Five of the soldiers go down in the initial attack totally caught off. Shocked, he just stared at his feet,realizing that the last time he'd changed, the medallion had fixed hisclothes to make them attractive, a little more than he'd realized. And it hadobviously done something else to him, or he was sure that he wouldn't havemissed noticing those. Shaking his head slightly, Sean wondered just whatelse the medallion had done in that last change."Don't worry about it," he told himself. "It'll all go away when you changeback." He reached down and felt the medallion.