Lying on the floor in detention after class, she couldn’t help but feel angry with herself for the slight miscalculation. Tardiness was severely pun...shed at school, and she was suffering the consequences. Her classmate Patricia had suffered the same fate, and so they decided to lay side by side, reading books and chatting to kill time for the excruciating extra hour. When Natasha heard her friend’s first little snore, she knew her chance had finally come. With Patricia’s knee bent and her back. Once I kill Pietro, I will kill Comar and your parents. We will keep you and Cruit alive long enough for me to bring their heads back. Their grisly remains will be the last thing you see before you enter the Hereafter." Jorgarn," Eslada said soothingly. "There are children in the room."He glanced at the boy and girl in the corner, where Eslada had her arms around them protectively."My apologies, children," he said. The girl shrugged at him but smiled. The boy's face belied nothing."Your. She wanted to be taken, her body used for a mans pleasure. She had confided to him that she often fantasized about having sex with a stranger and that’s when he put his plan into motion.Now she was there on her kitchen table for him, waiting.......Her breath drew in as the sound of the turning knob permeated the room. The door opened and footsteps filled her ears. Her heart was pounding and amplifying every sound. The door closed and then she heard nothing. “What was he doing?” she thought to. “Of course, we have our entertainment staff to supplement the guests,” explained Helene. “So you don’t have to worry if it’s not crowded. There’s always someone to play with.”“Do you... ?” I asked. She didn’t look like a prostitute, or at least how I thought a prostitute should look. Regardless of the euphemism “entertainment staff,” prostitutes were what they were. Maybe exclusive to the club and probably well paid, but prostitutes nonetheless.“Oh no,” replied Helene. “I’m not entertainment.