‘Please,’ Melanie whispered as he pulled his pants down and plunged into her. ‘NO!’ Melanie screamed. He just laughed again and continued to t...rust in and out. When he was finished, he used one of the napkins to clean himself up before pulling his pants on. ‘Since I don’t condone hurting children, I’ll leave your daughter alone, for now,’ he said before leaving with Melanie’s wallet. When Jason returned from physical therapy, he found Melanie on the floor, battered and crying, the baby. Condemning the populace to starvation so that we could feed the army was a decision I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to make, but there was no doubt about who I would choose if the choice came. Still, the choice itself was a failure. I felt like a bird with its flight feathers plucked, squawking manically before an amused cat. What dance would I do next? What jest would keep me alive for a few more precious seconds? I took two quick breaths through my nose, and drew another sigil on the mirror. “Lord. ?The loser must serve as the winner?s sex slave for the next week.??Sounds great,? Carol agreed. ?I can?t wait to have you worshiping my pussy for a solid week. Now, how do we decide who wins and who loses.??Well, let?s let the card?s decide, Linda answered. ?The first person cuffed to the rail is the loser.?As Carol was nodding her head in agreement, Jacki announced that it was 10 PM and it was time for the fun to begin. Chapter Six: The GameAfter all the girls took their seats at. The longer I associate with Anarion the less I believe in coincidence. Anarion tells me when I voice such doubts that the Valar work in mysterious ways, and that what I see as coincidence can, in many occasions, be viewed as providence. The reason I bring up this observation seemingly out of nowhere is that of all the dwarves to rescue in all of Cormyr the one that we happened upon was named Thror Battlehammer and was an old friend of Quinlan and Anarion. Suffice it to say that once he.