I hadn't asked him to attempt to eatme out, and it was a dismal failure any way. But he was demanding thisfrom me.My former identity too, was screamin... in protest at the notion."Okay. If that's what you want." It seems I don't have a choice."Oh it's what I want. Now come around here, get on your knees and undomy pants bitch." Please don't call me that." But I comply to his instruction. This seemslike how it's going to be. Me, cooking and cleaning and performingsexual acts on demand. Like some. “You know, I’m still your commanding officer.”“Yes.”“You are sworn to obey me.”“Yes, I’m sworn to obey you.”“Then I am ordering to you poison me. And I’m ordering you to poison the others. I don’t want to be in the Realm of the Living when the foreigners break down that door. As soon as my soul separates from my body, you will escape. Somehow you will sneak out of this cursed town and somehow you will return to the Duchy. When you return, you will find Oana. Those are my last orders.”“But.”“I. Sam had always had a thing for the twins; they were tall, good looking guys, with short dark brown hair, deep hazel eyes and an infectious smile, but she was always too shy to ask them out and of course they were twins. How would she be able to pick between them, she couldn't ask them both out, could she? But sometimes when the bar was busy she would stare at them through her long eye lashes and wonder what it would be like to have both of them all to herself, were their bodies as good as there. Satisfied that I was ready and looking my best, I calledfor a cab to bring me to the bar. It was a little after 8:00 PM when Iarrived at the front door to Club Heaven. I made my way up a flight ofstairs to the second floor, passed the door girl, and stepped into thelounge.The club was tastefully trendy and slightly upscale in appearance.There was a DJ playing techno and pop music situated on a small stagebehind a medium sized dance floor. It was still early in the evening,but around 20.