I was too excited to sleep. Right then I remembered that she was going to text me last night. I completely forgot to charge my phone last night and no... she probably thought I was trying to ignore her. I plugged my phone in next to my bed and all of these terrible thoughts were coming to me. Could I have already ruined it? I kept reassuring myself that something as small as a text couldn't be that big of a deal, but what did I know about girls? As soon as the phone turned on I was excited to. Final ... about beheading, isn't there? Of course, if I ever escape, Sire, or if my husband frees me, he will turn you over to his torturers. You will die the slowest and most painful death they can devise in retaliation for debasing me." Then she looked up at him and asked, "What do you want me to do, Sire? Will you free my hands so I may massage your sac?" No, Slave! You will use only your mouth!" Then he ordered Cathy to open his pants so his new slave could have access to his sex. Cathy. So pure and compassionate it was, it almost blinded her. Insisting to look through the glare, she uttered a name in her heart that for a split second made it easy to trail The Almighty’s line of sight.It was not directed at Luminous Church’s forces or the Godly Law Template every Immortal, including His Holiness Morien, vied for, but an indigenous she was familiar with, at least the postulant and for a little bit the nun ... a man who could not receive his empathy.She did not think much about. “Who did? Mr. Mac? When?”“Some of the boys in the Industrial Arts club. Not all of them. Not Mr. Mac, of course, and not so he could hear them. Lurch is what I do. It is my limp. It is like a nickname.”“Assholes,” I growled. “You deserve a better nickname than that!”“I try to ignore them,” Hadiya continued. “I tell myself it is not an insult, but I know from the way they say it how they mean it. They do not think I should be in the club.”We waited to cross the street so we wouldn’t hold up.