He had slept through most of the day, and the salve had done its job admirably, the scratches on his chest and the bruises on his hips now all but van...shed. He felt refreshed, but he was apprehensive about the next summoning.“Are you hungry?” Nahash asked, shifting her weight as he sat between her legs. Her heavy breasts were cascading over his shoulders and cushioning his head, his hands resting on her thighs like she was a living armchair.“Sure,” he replied, “can you spare the energy?”“You. But beneath that, something else, something only those that know battle can recognize, something primal and fierce, and he sees when she recognizes it within him, too.It has the ache within him growing. Images flashing of her panting and moaning for him like a bitch in heat, as he takes her in this very spot in their father’s house. Bent over and begging, for all her little followers to see how sopping wet he’s made her - their prim, virginal goddess.Her nose flares, cheeks blushing a pretty. He opened his dashboard where he kept his pistol. He grabbed it and went darting through the woods where he'd heard the girl's voice.He burst through some bushes and found the girl on the ground. He recognized her. Susan. He had gone to school with her. She had a bad cut on her forehead and she was nearly unconscious.He looked up when the boy came through the woods searching for her.Carl. A football player. Carl carried a tire iron and he was weaving drunkenly."Hey," Carl said. "What's going. It was sad really, Vic thought. Aimee spoke so highly of her niece. She must have changed since Aimee had seen her last. Vic could see a spark of something there that Aimee would have loved, but most of what the older woman had described to him seemed absent from the prim and even prudish girl that had only just arrived on his doorstep. As he was bracing himself for it, the next round began. Katherine once again flew down the stairs speaking in measured but demanding tones. ‘I don’t knew where.