The duke slit the veins in her arms and her life blood began to drain from her limp body in a flood of dark red. The duke collected us up and we shuff...ed away to the library in tears, to the sound of the first splash of acid hitting the ground having burnt its way through her belly. In the library stood the butler with his tray of brandy where we sat in stunned silence, the executioner s hands still bloody. We drank to Rose the bravest masochist I ever met. After hosing off so they could. A part of me thought for a fleeting moment of trying to shove the body wash bottle in my cunt and I blushed brightly at even having the thought. I felt a trembling start deep inside me and a soft “fuck” passed through my lips. “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close” was whispered and my hips now thrust at my hand like the flanks of a bucking horse. There was no stopping this orgasm, it was going to rip through me like a train. I hissed loudly, “fuck fuck fuck”, I heard a growl from him “Now” and I. He takes a few seconds to calm himself before placing the medallion into his pocket and then leaving he car, walking to the front door his hand is shaking but he quickly rings the door clearing his throat he waits for Natasha Romanov to appear, as he waits he reminds himself of his mission their leader the mysterious man named Giovanni has commanded him to convert her into a slave for the Order and with her money and influence they would be able to help sustain their newest expansion as well as. Paul is a bisexual though. I can tell from the first time I saw him that he is. Why? It really doesn’t show in his face but it shows when he moves and when he speaks. His friends also already told me that he was without him knowing.But to me, as a teacher, bisexual or not, gay or not, lesbian or not, it doesn’t matter. I don’t really give meaning to someone’s gender preference, I really don’t care about those things as long as you don’t do anything bad.So, as time passes by, Paul became a lot.