“I have a lot of names, lassie. More than you do.” He smirked slightly as he stepped forward - his feet not making a noise as he walked forward. �...�The Dawnstar. The Accuser. The roaring lion.” He spread his arms wide. “I am the Lightbringer. I am the whole fucking universe.” He smirked at me and that Scottish accent faded - dropped like a mask. He was close enough to touch me now, my shotgun almost bumping against his nose. His finger reached up and he gently pushed it aside. “And you are going. My sister was home from college on her summer break, and she was in quite the partying phase. My sister wasn't a super model, but she was still pretty. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, and very curvy, but in a good way. She has long brown hair and usually wears it up, when she's going out. She also has a rack to die for.I knew she was planning on getting laid that night as I was watching TV in the living room. She came down in her club outfit, she was wearing a plunging v-cut shirt that left. A chain runs from each restraint and secured to alter corners. You find this makes you immobile. The knee cuffs are then tied making the area between your legs completely exposed.The soft monotonous rhythm of the drum continues.You look up and see the 24-cloaked figures gathered around you. The girls reappear, and you see one has a container. Each girl stands at one side and the jar is placed on the alter top between your legs. They both take some of the material from the jar and softly spread. I entered the door. I saw that Marald was there, but so was another person, muffled in a cowled cape."I hear you wanted to see me, Marald?" I asked.I felt a probe coming from, well, out of the very air it seemed. I could not identify the direction it came from. I heard a soundless chuckle in my head. Then a voice."It is indeed he, My Princess," the voice said."Paul!" Yelled the caped figure, and threw herself into my arms."Sorry, but, who are you?" I asked. I was getting a feeling though."I'm.