Barraick’ the ticket man said as he handed him the boarding passes. ‘Thank you.’ If only the ticket man had known how literal his words were. Al...hough it brought him pain, Malik Barraick had to kill his youngest son. It brought him relief that he had died like a true Muslim. He had completed his task though, and in the war machine Karim was but a small cog. His son had been brave to his death and that’s all he could have asked for. The similarities between the two didn’t stop at their. There is something about your eyes that cannot be explained. Sometimes in the mirror you can see what can only be described as Serpent like eyes looking back at you, you are unsure what causes this, from what you have found out about your eyes could be a factor that causes people to become influenced and charmed by you. Much like the rest of your family you are a Parselmouth, You found you had the ability since you had been exploring the forest around where you live, There are many snakes that. " You are," I told her and meant it. "You're absolutely gorgeous." Ooh," she giggled. "That made me go all funny, nobody's ever said that to me before."She looked at me curiously for a moment and then used her little girl voice again."Daddy, will you tell me what sort of things the bad men would do to me?"I leaned closer and looked into her eyes."They'd try to fuck you darling." That's not so bad, you fuck me and I love it." Yes darling but I love you." You're making my pussy wet daddy." Shall. They both quickly slipped from the platform to kneel on the floor in the filthy straw with bowed heads."We are sorry, Master. Please forgive us. We did not hear the door open. Please do not beat us. Have mercy!!" the girl pleaded in a croaking voice. Yes, they were girls - young girls - and in as filthy a condition as the disgusting cell they were being kept in."We are not here to hurt you," Pat assured them in the same dialect of Celtic that she had used. Both girls looked up then at the sound.