I was Kvothe the musician. I was Kvothe.I stood above Felurian.I felt as if this was the only time in my life I had been fully awake. Everything looke... clear and sharp, as if I was seeing with a new set of eyes. As if I wasn’t bothering with my eyes at all, and was looking at the world directly with my mind.The sleeping mind, some piece of me realized faintly. No longer sleeping, I thought and smiled.I looked at Felurian, and in that moment I understood her down to the bottoms of her feet. She. ‘Perhaps it requires a courage that you do not possess.’ ‘Courage? To be someone’s property? To have every decision of your life made for you? Doesn’t sound very courageous to me,’ she replied. She looked at him with narrowed eyes. ‘Would you be able to live like that? I notice that you’re an independent captain, not part of the military. Why is that?’ He glared at her, suddenly realizing that she had won the argument. ‘You’re still leading the life of a criminal, Miss…’ He stopped abruptly.. Every night I pretty much surf the Internet looking for new pictures or stories about chicks being tortured. Does that sound strange? I though it was a bit odd at first, but over a period of time I couldn’t shake my fetish of seeing pretty girls in pain. Something about taking a perfect body and reducing it to nothing but a screaming pile of imperfection. This is exactly what I wanted to do to Jenny next door. I wanted her and wanted her badly. She deserved what I wanted to put her through, the. Man, I could NOT take my eyes off Jamal’s swollen fuck pole! I just had to rip off my underwear and free my erection, which was throbbing painfully.As Jamal’s fingers thrust into her pussy deeper and faster, Nancy stopped begging and started moaning and grunting. I knew from the sound that she was approaching climax quickly. Jamal was talking dirty to her the whole time, telling her how much he loved shoving his big black cock into young white women, and violating the purity of a "proper.