" This we should bury - deep," Indigo declared, pointing at the skull adorning the crosspiece.Mindblind grasped the hilt this time. "Just a sword." He...lifted it. "Doesn't feel as heavy as it should, though." You are not burned?" Indigo asked in amazement.Shrugging, Mindblind said, "No," and stood up. The sword was certainly lighter than so much steel should be, and felt remarkably well balanced. He gave it a few slow practice swings, a smile spreading across his face.Raven nodded. "Looks better. In the den.” Richard hadn't completely recovered from the earlier feeling of dread and uncertainty. He climbed to his feet and with glass in hand he headed down the hall still a bit unsorted. Turning to look at Clarice as he went, noticed that she was smiling with that Irish grin, her eyes twinkling. The door to the den was a few steps down the hall, it was ajar. The soft lights didn't hide Jacky standing next to a home alter. Religious artifacts lined a small table with a kneeling bar. She was. He didn’t throw me into some kind of hell. Apparently The Company was some kind of interdimensional entertainment corporation. I didn’t really love the idea of being someone’s sex doll or action figure, but they assured me that hardly anyone actually wanted someone who wasn’t happy to be there, and they typically used the souls of serial rapists for that kind of client when they did show up.For a long time I just waited. Chatting occasionally with my neighbors or caretakers when the mood struck. " Madam," I said in trembling, make-believe horror. "Me? You injure me." Aye," said she, "but enough of that for now." Time for another riding lesson?" I suggested, well past tumescent, saddle sore and yearning to sleep eventually."Um," she sighed, sliding her hand down my belly. "Lord, the size of that pole. You should fly a flag from that thing. I'll never manage," she gasped in mock fear."I haven't really learned to canter you know." I ignored her jest and pulled her ample haunch across my.