She stroked several coats of mascara on his eyelashes, anddrew thick black lines on his upper and lower eyelids in liquid eyeliner.She brushed his che...ks in dark rose blusher powder. Then she showed himthe lipstick she picked out for him and made him read the shade aloud -"Big Apple Red" by L'Oreal. She firmly held his chin in one hand whileshe thickly reddened his lips with her other hand. When she was done sheslicked back his hair with some styling gel, leaving one big curl on theside of. .." Talamia hesitated. "What if I asked you to?"That startled Jake out of his musing. Flabbergasted, he asked her, "Why?" Because I can go on being like I am, free, yet empty, but I don't want to. I kept trying to find something that made me happy, but... well, I eventually decided that I would have to settle for power-it may not buy happiness, but it can often buy you satisfaction, and that's the next best thing. It's why I wanted to be an Adept."But you-you can give me what I want. And in. “Kill him. Fuck the castration! I want his ass dead now!” I bellowed angrily and Marcy nodded.“Yes, that’s what God wants, too. He’s had his chances to reform and he hasn’t done so. He must die. Hershel Schumacher, in the name of Almighty God and His True Prophet, the Lawgiver Mark T. Schumacher, I hereby sentence you to death. Just be glad that you’re not going to be sent to Hell, as it doesn’t exist anymore,” Marcy coldly declared as Hershel fell to his knees.“Please, spare me! Don’t slay me!. I was at my home and it was a chilly Sunday morning outside as it is the month of October here in Kashmir. My told me to go to my cousins home as my Cousin brother had asked my mother to send Nadeem to his as we had not met each other since months. Earlier we were not having good terms with our relatives but from some months things were going smoothly and were back on track. At first instance I gave a big No to my mother but then she insisted me to go there. I left my home and reached to my.