A second dawn, almost, as the sunlight went back to following sane trajectories. If it had been a movie scene, you'd have heard a choir - the monster ...s destroyed!But she was just an old woman, forced to do the bidding of the thugs who held her grandchildren hostage. I could see a puddle of blood forming under her from where I stood.Things settled down soon after that. I'm sure a fair number of the insurgents got away on foot. They had no stomach for fighting us, really. Not after the hash we'd. It was then she looked up at me with the face of a little girl, shaking me with her next words."Was I a good girl for you? Did I do everything right? Will you fuck me now, please?"Her voice was higher pitched and fearful, as though she might be punished for failing to accomplish an almost impossible task in the expected time or fashion. I froze there, letting my part in the play fall away, overwhelmed by a sudden rush of sympathy for when Jordan had first made her his slave. Had she really been. It had a corset style top and then went in at the waist. It clung to my curvy hips and round curvy arse making it slightly uncomfortable. I’m a UK size twelve and 34DD so the style suited me but it wasn't exactly a practical outfit. As I was only eighteen, my dad was a little dubious about me wearing such a revealing dress. My firm boobs were spilling over the top slightly. My long, dark hair was wavy and loose and she’d paid for us to have make-up done. I looked a lot older than eighteen and. It was a moment of rejoice for the war that raged between light and darkness. But often where a light appears for one it leaves another in obscurity. The earth roared and shook violently and Belial emerged, deceptively beautiful in appearance. “Anachel, she who will never be thrust into flesh again,” he spoke, his voice soft but full of treachery, recklessness and lies. “Behold, the one you love, is but a statue of cold marble. He deprived me of my claim as Master of the Earth. And now, the.