I really did not wish to see any more of this.Mother noticed my desperate looks and said, "Oh fine. I was actually looking forward to watching this. L...t's just fast-forward to the end."She raised her right hand and made a clockwise spinning motion with her index finger.I fought my feelings of vertigo as the world around me moved at a speed 4 times than normal. It ended soon after it started.I saw my demonic self lying on top of him, his left hand rubbing the base of her tail while his right was. It is a violent story of inter-species sex, and readers who are under eighteen, and those who would be offended by a very graphic depiction of an under-age girl who is brutally mated—and much worse--by a sub-human creature should avoid this. This tale is inspired by the ?B? movies of long ago, in which a pristine heroine was pursued by a ghoul or demon, only to escape or be rescued at the last minute. This is a yarn for those who rooted for the villain! It is for those who ?rooted? for the. Ridhima let out more tears from her eyes. But these tears were that of happiness and relief rather than of pain. Ridhima was still in her white blouse and pink petticoat only, tempting Naveen once again.He held her feet and started lifting her petticoat. Ridhima got a bit tensed again, but Naveen calmed her down. He assured her that he doesn’t care about her scars and just wanted to make love with her. He raised her petticoat till her thighs.Her thighs too had burn marks of cigarettes, cut. The police had done the interview. The sloppy DA’s office had never actually interviewed what they saw as a minor, barely necessary witness.“Well, it is just a one-button push, but I seemed to be always asking my son to reset things,” she said.“Well, you said on the night that Mrs. Hamilton died that you were watching Jay, and when the show ended, you saw Mr. Hamilton walk up the driveway.”“Yes, he was carrying the garbage cans in. They always have two, and Friday is pick up day. When he comes.