There was a baseball bat with nails sticking outside of it, attached to the back of his jacket."Who are you?" I asked"I am Damon" he replied"I watch o...er 'The Sorrowed'. I am the creator of them" Damon added"Why are you talking to me now?" I asked"You didn't have the strength to talk to me before..." He paused"Your personality is ruthless, a special and rare mix has possessed you, one of darkness and hatred, as well as one of bliss and loving-ness" Damon added"The darkness inside of you,. As he followed Fristch to an upstairs laboratory, the professor continued."You see Ben, robotics can give you a wonderful replica of the human form, but it is much like a fourth generation photograph or copy it gives you the likeness, but not the texture, the feel of the original. That is where biomechanics comes in."The stairs were so steep. It took all Ben's energy to raise his foot from one to the other. But Fristch was patient, stopping with you at each step on the way to the closed. So what! So she couldn’t get out. She had a hero. He’d come. He’d break the damn door down. He’d rescue her, and when he did she show her gratitude. They raise their kids together. They make some more kids. They’d overfill that damn house with so many mouths they’d need a bigger house. She sank down on the bed and wept. It sounded good. Maybe too good, but he had to come. Would he come? God she hoped so. Of course he’d come. He just had to! Meantime she had Peter and Little Sorrel to worry. “ You've got a beautiful mouth, my sweet pet.” He says as he moves down towards my face again. He slips off the blindfold from my eyes. I blink a few times adjusting to the light. It is dim in the room, candles and a side table light on. The glow in the room dances lightly off our skin. He comes towards me kissing me lightly at first. I can feel how swollen my lips are from sucking on his cock so hard. I let out a soft moan, feeling him suck my tongue into his mouth as I wriggled lightly.