More than brothers I and Arnav were friends. He used to visit us every vacation. We used to make a lot of fun and parties.Whenever he came to my house...we would go to drink, smoke cigarette, play video games, watch porn and such silly stuff. Arnav was very happy because I would live with him in his house for two years. I went to his home and started living there. Arnav’s father was a manager in bank and his mom (my bua) was a house wife. Arnav is a year younger than me. We started making a lot. “Come,” I said taking her leash and leading her onward. We traveled to a room with several collared pets both men and women, all were silent and waiting further commands. I led Kitty into the center of the group, made her kneel as the others were kneeling, then I released her leash. I moved off to a bank of leather chairs and selected one and sat. Kitty’s eyes followed my every move. I picked up a book and read six chapters while Kitty waited. Now she was ready. I covered Kitty in my overcoat. He smiled. He remembered her from the last session. He’d worked her over good, taking his time as he slowly increased the abuse of her body, pushing towards her pain threshold just to see how much she could take. She’d taken a lot. Alexi was right. Fuck yeah he’d left marks. The marks from that abuse had healed, and now, stretched out naked in the isolated clearing, she was ready to be taken to her limit again.She heard his approaching footsteps and said something in a language he didn’t. Mardi Gras is just a few weeks away and New Orleans doesn’t need a serial killer on the loose at this time of year.’ As he stands over the nude body Stone does what he always does at a homicide scene. He says a silent prayer for the victim. Praying for the victim is something Det. Phelps has done ever since he became a homicide detective, ever since his first case. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** It was eleven years ago, a Monday morning and the day after Christmas. Stone had.