“Don’t worry Little Dragon Witch. I will protect you. It has been long since I have consumed an enemy, and I had grown weak. Now, I am revitalized... and we shall go forward together and consume all of your enemies. You are safe for now though,” It whispered in my mind, to my shock and amazement, but the Sword said nothing further.Now that the Sword, Mandara, was quiet again, there were questions that I needed answers too before we went any further to find the Illusionist. Turning to the two. "So what do you have planned for dinner tonight Staci," she asked leaning against the countertop, "I'm suddenly starving and going to the grocery store when I'm hungry is never a good idea."Staci smirked and opened the refrigerator. Reaching inside, she pulled out a large Ziploc bag filled with red sauce and a second smaller bag filled with meatballs. Setting them on the counter, Staci shut the fridge and opened the cupboard to get out a large pan and a silver dutch oven."Here," she said as she. The room lacked anything that indicated who the occupant of the room was. It was tidy and typical, except for some unique additions. The bookshelf was devoid of any books, instead housing a full range of BDSM equipment, including restraints, hoods, gas-masks, gags, plugs, dildos, etc. In another corner of the room was a cupboard that, instead of clothes, contained more unique and custom made tools for inflicting pain. One of the walls held a coat hanger that was used to hang an assortment of. At that time she saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fat with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn't believe that they came for her body. "Mike, what do you think about her?" grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly. "Man, you know she's surely a sweet treat!" the tall black man said. "This is going to be good for me." Their smiles made her crazy and she didn't know what to do, because she knew what would happen the next time. As.