" Really?" Well, no. But I'm quite competent. Why, did your cat run away?"She turned her head and looked at me through narrowed eyes, then returned he... gaze to the window. "That was a mean-spirited comment, and I apologize. I haven't been myself." Understandable. For what it's worth, I apologize for taking those pictures." Oh hell, I was flattered. Mr. Stern, would you describe yourself as completely law-abiding? By the book, and all that?" No," I said carefully. "I've never thought of myself. So far the doctors refused to guess at her chances of survival. And when doctors wouldn't give much hope, then not much hope was to be had.E'dan's extended family of sorts stayed in the waiting room for long hours. Eventually Rivkah begged them to go home, that there was nothing more they could do here. She smiled weakly at their looks of support, but insisted they try to get some rest. She was going to stay, trying her best to laugh it off by making comments about a short circuit in her. And that was what it was like. Being born. Those first steps from my cell, the bright light, the pain of it. Those hardy slaps on the back by other prisoners, the terrible turmoil of noise and sounds that assaulted my ears. Then the some what brutal treatment we were given when we exited the prison. The guttural speaking warriors who had taken the city, Russians I do believe by their language, were busy looting it and put us to work clearing stone blocked gates. They had us haul dead, already. It made me so hard as I knelt before one of my newest slaves.One that I had created.Paris was one of the three girls who’d picked on me the most. Aurora and Petra had already succumbed to me, but Paris had held out. For hours, she needed to cum. My command had driven her so wild with the need to orgasm and then denied her body the ability to achieve it. To get relief, she had to beg to be my sex slave. Now she was ready to have a release. Her shaved pussy glistening as I knelt behind her..