“Aaaaaaaaahhhh,” mai chikh padi, “Ahhhssss papaa.. dhiree.. ahahhhhhhhh,” maine chillate hue kahaa.Tab tak loda chut faad ke andr ghus chuka t...a. Mai fir se chillai, “Abbu dhire chodo naa,” ye sunkar Abbu ne muje ek thapad mara.Aur kaha, “Randi haramzadi natak karti hai, muje pata hai tuje ese janwaro ki tarah hi chudne me. Maja aata hai islie randi bani hai tu vesya. Tera baap hun, mai sab janta hu.”“Chup reh ke maje le ab is lode ka.” Aur ye kehte hue wo ghapaghap meri chut pelne laga.. Yet staring at all those photographs didnt prepare me for the raw sensual being that stood staring down at me, the eyes so dark and expressionless that I would have shivered had I thought for one second that he could actually hurt me. I had been secretly terrified that I would raise a half-rotted corpse. I had read stories on the necromancy websites of raisings that had went wrong, those that had been performed by amateurs who had messed up, bringing forth from the bowels of the earth nothing. "Welcome to my island, my friend. I am sure that you read the entire contract you signed, granting you this free vacation in paradise, so ... let's get started."One of the two huge flat screens on the wall came to life; it was a split screen with dozens of images, showing four different views of each of the bedrooms in which a Robinson was standing -- as you were -- listening to the faceless voice. You found yourself looking at you, too, from four different angles, and after a moment you were. The place was littered with shot up cans, broken bottles, and tatters of paper targets. It had long been a favorite spot for weekend gun enthusiasts from Stuttgart and the smaller local towns to drink beer and shoot their grandfathers' old Mausers."Alright, let me do it..." Eva said, carefully removing the glove from Wolfgang's hand, pulling it inside out from his fingers. She put the latex into a plastic zip-lock bag, closing it tightly while Wolfgang recovered the shell casings with muttered.