.. and you... you just stand here... enveloped in His arms...letting Him do this to you... and you're helplessly gargling... on yourown spit... mixed ...ith His... as you accept... His horrible embrace...actually... kissing Him back... pretending... as if you're enjoyingit... as He's now... reaching down... and hooking His cruel fingers...under the waistband... of your bitch skirt... and with just one tug...your flimsy skirt is sliding down... and pooling... in a crumpled pileof cloth... around. The ER15 registered the stream of shells and, in a nano second, neatly sidestepped it until out of range - potential threat level 'yellow', the lowest.A minute later, the ER15's sensors noted a flash from the ruins of an abandoned house. A missile streaked into the sky and, calmly, the computer identified the model and calculated the level of threat. It was a 'Firearrow 2' (GAIM422), a well-known and potent weapon. Potential threat level 'orange'.The 'Firearrow' featured multiple, rotating. I slipped in to the tub, enjoying the water creeping over my body as it filled the tub. I let the heat of the water relax my body. Once it was deep enough, I slid under the water, wishing I’d wake up in my old boring life. I had just ended a bad 5 year relationship. I hated being alone, but was determined not to get into another relationship for sex. I felt I deserved more. My ex had been great in bed, but very neglectful, even borderline abusive, in every other aspect of our relationship. I. He may be in love with you now, but once I work my whiles on him he will treat YOU any way that I want. I have so many wonderful ideas. Enjoy your coronation, if I have any say in the matter it will by your personal high water mark. You are dismissed you little whore!’ Her head reeling Mona made her way back to her quarters. She had no doubt that the Queen’s threats were genuine. For the present she would put that unpleasantness out of her mind and focus on the ceremony and practicing her.