I greeted him but the only words he told were come here as he pulled me by the strap of my nightie. It broke off revealing my boob which grabbed with ...is rough hand. He pulled me by my nipple to him. As I came shrieking in pain to him, he stuck his tongue down my throat while his other hand was busy pressing my ass over my nighty. I was hating my own plan.Now he bit my tongue & twisted my nipple like a screw. My ass cheeks were also getting mercilessly pinched. I dug my nails into his back. He. I stopped at a storage place not far away and used the new ID Rebecca had sent me to rent a space to stash all the new toys. Next I wiped down the entire car to remove my fingerprints, so the most they might be able to get was a partial from my key, and then headed downtown to the local Bureau office. I was taking a risk showing up with a trunk full of stolen artillery; if Atkins wanted to mess with me, this would be her chance. I was trusting that she was more interested in what I might be. He looked like a monk. A smouldering monk.“Miss Mata, I am very sure many, many men will take interest in you –““Or sexy, hot women,” I interjected with a grin. I remembered Jenny.Mads’ eyes widened. He smiled. “Or hot sexy women, as you say. You will not find it hard to get your woolly mittens on a partner tonight, miss. But instead of that, or losing your mind by yourself, I would like to ask you to join me for dinner.” “Really?”I knew him a little better now. While I did feel something. She would just sit there and watch the blood. Smearingthe blood along the wound. Satisfied. At least for a few moments. Thosewere the moments she stood in front of her cabinet. Watching therazorblades. Right next to the bandages, skin closure strips and sterilecompresses. For minutes. Sometimes longer. Ramona kept coming back aswell on those days. Staring blankly into the cabinet. Not doing it madeher feel proud of herself. And disappointed. The negativity was in her,did not bled out.Maybe the.