Most women -- almost every one, to date, I guess -- were just looking for a free lunch. Daddy has no respect for that, and he teases them -- uses them... even abuses them -- to see how low they'll stoop. In fact, Daddy actually tortures some of them... You remember I SAID he had a torture chamber..." A torture chamber? Really?" Tenisha's eyes swept to the Wench. "And..." Yes," the Wench replied. "I have been tortured by my Master. That is where I learned that I enjoy the challenges he sets before. Although normally quite outgoing, it was no small wonder that over the months following my dad leaving her, that mum nearly became a recluse, preferring to stay around the house. She rarely invited anyone into our home during that first year and other than going to work at the hospital, where she was the office manager, she only went to town to do her grocery shopping. When she was home, she spent most of her days in her nightie and dressing gown. She would sit on the couch for hours, quietly. Let’s get some food, drink some beers, and go watch a show.”Rick glared at Megan. “What did you say your name was missy?”“The name is Juliet. Let me guess, yours is Mr. Ass hole,” Megan said stepping forward and getting in Rick’s face.I walked over and stepped between them. “Easy Juliet, calm down. Why don’t you and I go take a walk and let this all cool down a bit.” I grabbed Megan’s arm and pulled her to the back of the truck.“Grab a few beers, a water bottle, and our phones. We are. I can’t focus my mind or my energy. I feel like I’m bleeding to death,’ Baltoh thought, trying to force all distractions out of his mind.Disengaging from Baltoh’s sword, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his clawed finger at his mortal enemy, as if he were pretending to fire a gun.“Demon Art: Abyss Blast!” he thundered.A colossal beam of dark energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a comic book villain’s giant death ray.“Angel Art: Gates of Heaven!” Baltoh countered, planting his sword in.