"They are strange," Ban-Den opined, "though they sometimes are difficult to cow." How shall we do this, do you suppose?" McAllister asked."Spirit him ...way in the night, if we can, and all his research and materiel. Best to simply vanish without a trace. Worst would be to explain why."McAllister nodded, in this the strange man's thinking ran close to his. "Worst would be a massive explosion, perhaps destroying a portion of the University, I think. Maybe best would be to convince him to leave,. I... don't... understand..." Tonya, I'M your worst enemy!" she said, pointing to herself."B... but... but you're... you're..." Yes... ?" You're... ME!!!" EXACTLY!!!" Nancy/Tonya slapped her hands together to make her point clearer; Tonya was startled by the sudden noise!"But... How can YOU be... my worst enemy... when you're ME?" Tell me, Tonya," Nancy/Tonya asked, "What does that say about YOU?" Uhhhhh..." Tonya hesitated, trying to decipher the meaning in her Doppelganger's question, "Are you. It was a club after all, and while perhaps not as loud as many, still loud.“Yes. As we practiced.” Winking, she pointed to the bar, and to one woman in particular. “She will make for fine prey.”“Ok ... ok. Ok, I can do this, I can do this.” He stood up, rubbed his buzzed hair a few more times, and walked toward the bar.Oh her little Ventrue. He did not notice how he swayed a little with his walk, how he cast nervous glances, how every motion spoke volumes of his anxiety.But he went, and that. I scream as they pierce my flesh from my stomach, to my clit to my cunt. Struggling as the belt is strapped around my waist and cinched tight, the spikes digging further into my body. Mumbling and begging for release as slowly one by one the candles are lit, feeling the flames as they lick at my breasts hanging above them. The searing pain of the flames licking at my tender nipples, scorching and burning them. Smelling my flesh as it burns, my screams turning to sobs and then back to screams.