I was under a light pole and could see myself reflected in the window of the truck. There was no way to make light of it — I looked like shit! My sh...rt was seriously torn, and I had a couple of rips in my almost new black jeans. I always traveled with a large bottle of water and used most of it to drink and clean up as best I could. I hurt all over, with scraped skin over one side of my face, one ear was much larger than normal, some ribs that were giving me much more pain than I liked and. I described what I had seen when I touched Celia. As the last words were still staining the air, Candice walked out of the room. Michelle woke up while her mom was trying to get control of the urge to kill the assholes, who destroyed Celia's soul. After Celia, I did not dare touch Michelle. She was not old enough for anything evil to touch her heart yet; I would probably feel the same need to protect her."So you don't think wanting to protect Celia had anything to do with her rape?" Candice. The mystery was how he had perverted his talent; what had been the weakness, the rotten spot, that spread to his central intelligence, ruing him for all time as a valuable human being.She wasn't moving fast enough to suit him, and he found it too much of an inconvenience to reach for the whip. He stretched out an arm and grabbed her by the long, blonde curls of her pubic thatch and pulled her toward him.It wrested a painful cry from her throat, and she stumbled, trying to keep on her feet and. After the more vigorous efforts of his predecessors this was soothing, pleasant, but not particularly exciting. It seemed his technique was more focused on pleasing him than doing much for her, though she had to admit the extreme curve of his prick was something new to her and she was more than happy to just relax into it as he used her body to get himself off. It wasn’t long before he let out a grunt that signified that he was done. He left without a word and she heard the distinct sound of a.