I could see the glint in his eyes, and my teeth gritted against each other as irritation and anger with him skyrocketed through me. I refused to let h...m win even if I wanted to break down and cry from all the warring emotions. I think he loved finding ways to hurt me, to try and push me out of the apartment sooner. “Ugh. shut up, Taylor and put some pants on. Your prized possession is shriveling up. I have better things to do than to listen to your bullshit and lies.” “Fuck you, you cunt.” He. He was being sent as "alleviation" according to his briefing. He assumed that this meant the 20 other soldiers were having trouble keeping alert for shifts, and one personnel more was being added to keep things running smoothly. Twenty odd minutes later the helicopter slowed and a rope was thrown out the door to land on the deck of a small V17-8 sitting in the water. Soldiers covered in black hoodies stood on the deck waving there arms. Daniel threw down his duffle bag to be caught by one. Then. Harris told me, being certain not to blink and miss a second of the performance he was creating. I looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth, watching him study the fat round head of his mighty black cock push gently between my puffy red lips. His penis was so big that my mouth was forced opened all the way just to accommodate his amazing girth. I lifted my head up from the carpet and took as much of Mr. Harris as would fit inside my hungry mouth. I used my hands to grab the rest of his. I was at a depth of about one hundred feet welding a part of the structure of the platform when the accident occurred. I never knew what happened, if it was a mistake in calculus I made, if the oxidric torch flame cut a supporting structure steel cable, or if it was some other reason I can't discern, but the fact was the cable was released and with its tension, whiplashed and swatted my head producing a deep cut wound from the top of the head, across my face to my chin, breaking the oxygen mask.