Having all these thoughts at once was starting to make me depressed, and I had felt down enough as it was. It was getting late, but I knew sleep would...avoid me; my mind was far too active. Time for a little five-finger sleeping aid.As I'd been single for my entire life, I watched my fair share of porn, but since I had started college it wasn't really necessary. I found recently that my imagination was more than enough, especially in the past few days. Thinking about it now, the idea of a ghost. Her eyes were swollen and bruised, her nose was bleeding, and she had scrapes on her face.I held her in my arms and said, “You’re going to be okay now, Sarah, those fucking cowards have gone. Let me help you home and we can call the police.”She was still a little incoherent as I helped her walk and half carried her home. Her parents weren’t home so I brought her into my home and Janice called the police for us. She was starting to feel a little better as the police arrived, and we were both. "I'm going hunting tomorrow, and I though you might enjoy participating," the Emir said."Hunting? What on earth do you hunt, here?" the girl asked, intrigued, "Lions? If you're serious and I have a choice, yes, I'll join you. Anything to get out of this place, even if it's only for an hour or two." Actually, we hunt women and tomorrow you will be our quarry," explained the Emir, "The Chief Eunuch will fill in the details."Fatima was horrified at the thought of being hunted, and presumably. "I walked up to her, avoiding the dripping acid until she closed that mouth and flipped her first head rightside up. I barely noticed the lamprey-like mouth as I touched the slick skin of one of her four arms. I had expected it to be slimy, but it was dry and scaly, covered as it was in millions of tiny half-sphere shaped scales.Letting my hands explore other parts of her, I found that some parts – like her 'legs' were more scaly, while others were less so. In fact, the skin under her first.