Disappear!” Daryl snapped inside his mind, where only Aunt Tessa and I could hear him telepathically yet.“Hmm ... well, I’m not the victim of yo...r abuse. That’s your ex-wife’s call there. I’ll let her decide that entirely on her own. Whatever she opts to do, but for now, you remain here, an impotent slave, doing my bidding, hers, and that of all others,” I asserted through telepathy while drinking my coffee with gusto.“I favor a path to redemption, but not an easy one. My ex will have to work. Without looking at it he started typing on his computer. "Right I'm here to type up a cv for you more accurate to your new job role, so please answer all of my questions truthfully, and please sit down". Sarah sat and squelched and her mind races over what he had just said. Then his questions started:NameAgeMeasurementsVaginal, of courseAnalWhat length of cock can you deepthroatHow many cocks can you handle at onceWhat slutty outfits do you ownDo you like pain, if so whereDo you prefer to be. A dizzy wave shot through me as I stared down the slope. It hit me that she was dead.“Cernere’s black cunt,” I whispered, the world twisting at strange angles as the blood pounded through my veins. My drunken gaze swept across the bottom of the slope and spotted another fire burning and crackling. It was the feyhound by the corpse and—Zanyia lay on the ground, her body burnt. The clammy hands squeezed my guts now. Was she dead, too? Was Sven? Did we lose more than Ealaín? No one was coming to. You started to cry and in between your sobs you told me why."I was reading and looked up to relieve my eyes and I thought to myself that the eyedoctors say that to help your eyes after too much close up work you have to focus on something far away. But there isn't anything far away in this place, you can't even look out the window and see anything except a brick wall. And I thought that I have a very small world right now, all books and papers and study, and that of that whole small world it.