It was the mages that caused most of the deaths." How so?" Rohea asked."Trevaq sought to live peacefully with his returned wife, but the mages caught ...ind of it, and destroyed the entire town they lived in. Everywhere they went, the mages followed and destroyed," Puccar explained."And we should take your word for it?" Pyar questioned."Why not ask Trevaq himself?" Puccar suggested."What do you mean?" Pyar exclaimed. "Trevaq and his wight were stopped many years ago."Puccar laughed. "Is that what. ” “I think that you enjoyed watching,” he told her. Michelle had been looking down at her hands in her lap, but she looked up at Ted and answered honestly. “I did enjoy it. It excited me, but I felt badly because it was my son.” “Is your boy well hung?” he asked. Still staring into Ted’s eyes she answered, “Yes he is. He’s probably larger than his father.” “If you’ve never seen your husband masturbate, have you ever done it for him?” Ted asked, but noted that she didn’t seem to understand the. Her home has become a box. A box that hasn't been opened for far too long. Sure there are holes to look out. Brief reprieves. From time to time the lid will lift just long enough to get a glimpse of the outside but the air gets stagnant. She longs for the days that past. The ones when she could find that release. A way to scratch that abominable itch that gnaws at her sanity. She needs that release. That euphoric rush that comes from the playtime that has evaporated and left her marooned on. It penetrated her and caused a panic she couldn’t get over. A shudder ran up her spine. She finally mustered the courage to speak.“Who are you?” Hanna couldn’t even believe the sound of her own voice. It was a tiny, pathetic whimper. It was actually kind of cute and it made her k**napper smirk just a little.“You aren’t really in any position to be asking questions, are you?” his tone made her shudder again. It was so calm and relaxed. It seemed completely unreal to Hanna. She could even hear.