You are welcome to them as long as you need, as well as any other resources you require while you are here.”“Thank you, Prelate. We spend most of ...ur time on ships lately. Your cots are likely a step up,” the priestess in white-trimmed robes said with a small curtsey. “I am Sister Victoria of the Chalice, this is Sister Mercy of the Hammer, and Sir Hector, our escort.” The sister in red trimmed robes curtsied and the Centurion gave the Prelate a small, polite bow as they were introduced.The. . ," and it was too late to disguise her meaning.He gripped her wrists tighter."How is it that I rape women? That we rape women? We kill people too, madam. Perhaps I killed your husband in battle or he wounded me."She drew a quick breath then stopped breathing for a second. She saw him killing her husband, shooting him, stabbing him. She had never before had that image."No. I didn't mean... But you have to kill. It's war." And that keeps me a good man, right? I can kill and be 'good' for you.. Working together, Dad and I would soon have the tree down and the threeof us would load it aboard the car. It was worth the money when we got ithome and worked together to decorate it in balls, candy canes, Christmascookies and other festive items. At this time of year I would prefer themagic glow of the tree when the lights were plugged in over the heat of thefireplace. Mom and dad were always early risers, while I preferred to stay up late. AsI left my room that night, the glow of the tree. He jerked as the astringent stung his delicate area. Now he knew how I felt. As I put the razor away, I grabbed the metal clips that would pinch his nipples and bring out the deep crimson color I loved to see. The mask over his face gave me free reign of his body and I was going to make the most of it. The leather gag he generously let me cover his mouth with was going to muffle the sweet sounds that I so loved to hear. I almost had him ready to be hoisted to the barn's frame. The cuffs were.