”Elizabeth tried not to shrink back as High Priestess Theodora looked up from the report. The priestess was a stern, middle aged woman. Despite trac...s of gray in her hair, Theodora was still an attractive, albeit intimidating woman. The years left her with a mature, aristocratic beauty that conjured images of some powerful matriarch of old.At least that was how she appeared. Since Elizabeth first met her, the priestess hadn’t visibly changed. In fact, no one in the temple could remember. There she packed everything she could into the new suitcases.Her next court appearance, supposedly simply a mention, was due in a month: the Police Department weren't in any hurry to air any of its dirty laundry and she has been placed under the personal recognisance of her father. She had to surrender her passport and was not allowed to leave the state or country; other than those restrictions, she could do as she pleased with her father. The press had been all over them until Caringbah and it. I can see you being stupid enough to take the money and run… Vincent thought as he watched a couple of older Asian men wearing dirty sweatpants enter a tiny strip mall casino, the Mexicans doing their laundry, a couple of brothas posted up in front of some shitty liquor store, some freak in army boots, a Rambo knife on his belt and a beret talking to himself… He turned to look out the passenger side window and saw a few ravens fighting over a half eaten discarded hamburger. Christ… These people. I was, as I called it, power milking them. They loved it at first, me holding them by their balls, deep throating their cocks then giving them a hour, then doing it again, then again until they started refusing. Then I would threaten to bust their balls if they couldn't produce for me. It was usually a threat, because usually, they listened. I always wanted males with big testicles; I was like a vampire, sucking the life out of them!"God I'm so arrogant! I should have more restraint with the.