But that's wrong! Ah, screwit. If this is what makes me happy then this is what I'm going to do. I'lljust accept it. I'm a slut and I like it and that...s all there is to it.Its not like anyone here is telling me not to do this. They are encouragingme to. No, they are forcing me to." I suddenly remember how I got here andwhat this place was all about, as I continued the conversation withmyself. "They k**napped me. They forced me to do perverted things. I justgot very lucky that it turns out I. She was confused also. What was happening? Why was she and this boy's mother letting this boy humiliate her like this?"I'm not sure what to do with the two of you, but I think for starters I will have to punish your bare behinds with my belt." I said, as I waved my little belt in front of them. This belt was hand made by me. I had cut my wide Garrison belt to about eighteen inches in length. I slit the leather crossways just enough so I could bend the leather letting both sides meet. Then I. "Oh don't worry," said Wiley Wolf, laughing at my shockedexpression, "the actual Sword of Fangs is still safe andsound back in the real world. That was just a demonstrationof the power I wield here. This is my world. I made it andeverything in it answers to my will." You don't have that sort of power," I sneered. "You're justsome two-bit demon lackey of Boneyard's." I was," he admitted, "but as this world shows, I'm a lot morethan that now."I couldn't deny this. Much as I wanted to tackle the. “No no, do I come off as a pickup line type of guy Anne?” asked Trent.“You come off as sleazy,” replied Anne.“How?” asked Trent, as Anne rolled her eye and laughed, in shock.“Trent, I am your neighbor, I hear noises from your apartment every week dude. We know what you are doing in town and to your guests,” said Anne, arguing.“What noises do you hear Anne? What do you think I am doing to them?” asked Trent, laughing.“Oh wow, really, you’re playing me for an idiot dude,” said Anne, starting to.