It was controlled by three races who could use magic. Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Dwarfs, strong bodies, great miners and craft...men of the mountain halls. And Human, the weakest among the three, having shortest life but were gifted with boundless imagination.Then one day, Baron appeared.No one knew where he came from. In later periods, many historians claimed he was an evil born from chaos and darkness, while others said he was an invader from a different dimension. But. Carefully groomed dark eyebrows frame her closed eyes thatare fanned by her eyelashes; the lens dares to move so close. Is she inREM sleep? Yes, her eyes are fluttering. Dreams, faraway places, a worldthat is so far removed from the present, something which she will collidewith when the very second presents itself. Lips he could kiss, a mouth he could nibble on.She had hair long enough to play with, except his definition of playing hadnothing to do with braiding or twirling. Mark imagined. And of course, you can use rope to suspend them." Turn around, and put your hands behind your back." Surprisingly, she immediately responded to Clara's orders. I heard a click, and a breathy little moan from beside me, as her hands were secured.Clara told her to turn back, and looked at the expression on her face. "You like those, I can tell. I'll bet you're fun." Clara reached out with an index finger, and lifted her chin up, then moved the finger down toward her open neckline, tracing a line. He gulped, briefly considering trying to run, but knowing that there was no where to go. Instead, he just stared down at his feet, feeling completely humiliated. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked quietly. "I'm going to make you a little less troublesome." Was McGreuter's answer. Before Ethan could figure out what McGreuter meant by that answer, he could feel the platform underneath him humming again. Once again the humming filled his entire body and as much as Ethan wanted to run,.