In the barn, we both stood in front of the fish tank, admiring all the beautiful varieties of fish. Uncle Clyde even had names for some of them. After...awhile, he motioned me toward a tire tube that came from an old farm truck. He had it rigged with ropes that led up to a pulley attached to the roof beam. He pulled the rope so the tire seat was about two feet above the floor, and told me to sit down. I swung back and forth on my tire swing, and watched as my uncle pulled down a large bowl from. But as it's shaking in his direction she grabs it pointing the laser sight straight to my heart. "I know the bullets are sliver, toxic to demons, lethal if the shot is to the heart." she whisper, silently enough to create an ominous tone. He measures his chances, realizing there's nothing he can do. Still holding the gun, "you must do as I command, you're my captive." She looks down noticing his still enlarged cock. "Still riled up I see." Looking down she notices the thick veins. She looked up, trying her best to appear as if she always sat sewing in a room she’d once described to Cole as a worse than a tomb, tombs weren’t usually painted salmon pink and hung with dyspeptic looking ancestors. Crammed with mismatched furniture and usually deathly cold, it was very different from Sophie’s own cosy chamber. It had, however, been her grandmother’s favourite, a private domain from which she had ruled the local matrons since leaving the opera stage to marry her patron,. There I stood naked to the waist, burning with shame, embarrassment and anger. I was disoriented enough that Edgerton was able to, again grab me. This time though he was behind me and a little to my right."LET GO OF ME, YOU DRUNKEN PIG!" I screamed.In my rage I spun to my right but this time I raised my arm and struck a killing forearm strike to the Duke's windpipe. I heard the bones crack and felt the man's throat compress as his larynx broke. With his larynx crushed, the man could no longer.