The sound of despair and hopelessness.From the depths of my soul emerged a terrible, remorseless, unending rage that started as a tiny ember... but gr...w, fanned by my panic and grief, into a hurricane blaze. I started broadcasting it all around me, the feelings too intense to stay contained within my body."Ike?" I heard a tiny voice call me from far away.I climbed up off the couch and stood looking around, searching for... grasping for... "Ike?" the voice called me again. Had I gone insane at. “But if you’re going to perform like that then I’m not going to argue.” She drops the towel and slips over to the bed.“You look like a mess,” Ashley says walking into Anders’ office.The man looks up at her, looking dazed and confused—more confused than dazed. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks. His tone is somewhere between anger and curiosity.“What do you mean?” the woman with the fiery red hair asks. “This is the first time I’ve seen you today.”He waves a hand at her. “I’m not talking about. " We stand there for a few seconds staring at the corpse. I study her body, admiring her long legs, narrow hips, flat stomach, and firm breasts. I'm getting slightly aroused. She was hot when she was alive. Actually she's still hot even now."Alright, man, you ready to take her out of here?" Gus asks, looking at me."Sure," I say, "The sooner I get her to the funeral home, the sooner I get to go back to sleep." Alright then, let's load her up."I roll a gurney in from the hearse and place it. She could feel how his fingers were playing with her pussy lips and clit, but she didn't find it exciting at all, she only felt disgusted about it. "How can he think that I will talk when he says he will do this to me?" she asked herself.And then Agent 7 went somewhat further down and stuck his finger inside her vagina. He was surprised to find it almost completely dry. "That's a pity," he thought. "She doesn't like being whipped." Well, his assistant often started leaking when he was whipping.