I can’t help it. I saw you fight Ardalf on Nilfeheim Radio.”I could not even find words to defend myself. I just wished I could wash that sticky f...eling of my hands. No matter how much I washed my hands. I still had this sticky feeling I had when my hands were caked with blood.Yngve sighed. “I am leaving Nilfeheim very soon anyway. My father thinks it is better I finish Union school on Helgoland. I have an Uncle there and he invited me. He said it would be less stressful for me there and they. They went to the marriage counseling after this and everything was getting back to normal after a year.That is when her husband suggested having a kid, she was happy and they both tried but after a while seeing no result they went to a doctor and later found out that her husband had low sperm count. To save his honor, he blamed her and made her the bad person in front of the family and she is going through this from the past 8 years.I couldn’t help myself but sympathize with her. We talked for. They would pay for laughing at her joke.How dare the ones who wanted his approval not go with the natural orderof things. Brothers laugh at pledges, not the other way around.The brother who was praying for relief saw his deus ex machina come intothe room, BNB, short for Bad News Bradshaw. He was the president of thefrat and got his nickname for if you got on his shit list it was badnews for you. The Gord did not know he was on BNB's. The leader of theboys did not like how much The Gord was. I do enjoy mental torture. So, I sat her down on my couch and asked her how she enjoyed being my slave.She was incredulous that I would even ask. Then, she recanted how she had notused her arms in over a year and how she had eaten dog food every day for hermeals. She recanted, too, her terrible few hours, hanging from her breasts.She went into detail at the terrible way that I mounted her on the totem, everynight and how she felt constant pain when mounted. Finishing with her use asa toilet,.