“Thank you,” you say to me as you finally undo the cuffs from my hands. I smile and look lovingly up into your eyes. I get ready to bring my arms...up around your neck when you grab them and redo the handcuffs, this time in front of me and above my head. “I thought we were done with these?” I say to you. But you just smile at me and push me backwards onto the bed behind me. “Keep your hands above your head,” you say as you kiss me again before moving your head down between my thighs and kissing. The flattened, dead space had only one visitor that day - a reaper.Somewhere far from there, in an in-between place, clear of the smell and darkness of the battlefield, the Reaper offered the dead man a proposition. It was no more than a soft hum within him, but he understood every word and quickly accepted. As they all do when given the chance of eternal life while inching closer to the jaws of death.And just like that, he was once again returned to the blood soaked ground beneath him, his. She recalled the Fairy's harsh sentence. No shelter from the wind and rain and burning sun. The despair that she was beginning to feel left her. If this was to be her fate, then so be it. She would survive - somehow!She scrambled to her sore feet and started walking again. Her every step was the purest agony, and she could no longer resist the imperative need to weep. Her tears mingled with the rain as it swept her tortured body. That beautiful body, delicate and frail, shook with her sobs, but. ”I kneed him in the stomach and his urge was to bend over and cover where the pain was originating from but I pulled on his hair even harder.I asked him again, “Why did you do it?”“I said I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about.”I kicked him in the balls and this time he collapsed onto my chest and began to cry. I groaned and said,“I’m going to ask you one more time before I jam your head up your fucking ass. Why. Did. You. Do. It?”“I’m s-sorry.” He whimpered. “I w-was m-m-mad at y-ou.