Please don’t hurt me, Mr. Jackson,” she said. She slightly moved toward him and lunging forward with teeth bared Champ pinned the intruder into th... corner. “Oh God! Please call him off!” Tom said, “Okay as long as you do what you’re told you won’t be hurt.” She responded, “What are you going to do with me? Please don’t call the police. Please just let me go. I’m sorry I broke into your house.” “Okay, I won’t call the police but I’m not gonna just let you go as if nothing happened. I liked it that way, although the big picture window offered a view of nothing but a parking lot. Inside, I didn't have much furniture, just mattresses on the floor in the living room for couches and a mattress and springs on the floor in the bedroom. Hey! It was the 70s, man.I offered Jolene a drink and she accepted a beer. We sat on the "couch" and put on some music. We chatted for a couple of minutes, but we both knew we hadn't come to chitchat. I put my arm around her shoulders, then pulled. But you're going to get fucked... by all three of us... understand?"Again, she flailed her head negatively.Going on, he told her, "You can make it as easy... or as hard as you want! If you cooperate... you won't get hurt... but if you fight us... I can't guarantee anything!" Turning to the scar-faced man he said, "Untie her legs, Jack... for starters!" Okay... Warren... but what if Pearson comes back while we're throwing a fuck into his wife... ?" Jack queried."Just keep your guns handy.... The clone opened its mouth. It started out sounding like radio static, but Noah managed to speak through the illusion.“U-u-u-u-i-i-i-I cueolemfr-cuernlk-caern cont-cont-control it.”---------------For the next three weeks, Noah and Tin worked out a routine of expanding Noah’s mana reserves and going out to hunt, one day inside and one day outside. Everyone in the inn became aware of the pattern, as every other day, from breakfast to lunch, Tin’s moans filled the building. It became quite the.