The pain was so intense that my mind couldn't process it. It felt like invisible flames were in my blood, in my very soul. It was all coming from HIS ...and.The demon's hand. The aristocrat with the bright red eyes and the face of an angel. All I could see was red. I could feel my consciousness ebbing. The black was beginning to close in on the crimson. My last thought was to start screaming, but I never managed to.I could hear the sound of water dripping.Drip Drip Drip ... it was so cold...I. Aller Stress war abgefallen, ich f?hlte mich v?lligentspannt. Mehr noch, alle die kleinen Wehwehchen waren weg - etwa derM?ckenstich, der mich total genervt hatte. Das Summen der Insekten war eine wunderbare Melodie. Ich hatte sie nochnie so intensiv geh?rt. Und die Sonne war so angenehm!Moment mal, dachte ich. Ich war rotblond und hatte ein Problem mit zuvielSonne. Nein, eigentlich schon mit ein bisschen Sonne. Ich sollte sofortaus der Sonne, vor allem mit den nackten Armen und Beinen.So. As I walked into the back room, I got my first look at the guys. There was nothing special about them, just three punks in their 20's. Sergio was about 5 ft 10 with a slim build. Thomas was just a normal guy, except for his buck teeth. He was just a punk and would follow the lead of the other two. However Ralph was pretty big and looked mean. He must have been 6 foot 4 and weighed in at around 245 pounds; he was not a man to let get hold of you. Even if he wasn't a good technical fighter he was. She floated into the man’s office.Mr. Moore shut the office door and he went around his desk. He stood up with a package, which he handed to Sylvia. “Here. Go into the bathroom there and put these on. Be quick, now. I’m waiting.” He nudged the unprotesting slut toward his office bathroom. “Oh, and put your hair in a ponytail while you’re in there.”With her cunt oozing, Sylvia took the package into the bathroom. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened it. Inside were a black leather slave.