A poem? A song? Delta didn't know what it would be. Probably a poem. She thought to herself. Sitting at the table was her and her best friend Friday. ...riday sat across from her and asked Delta the question that was consuming her. "What are you writing?"She didn't look up at her. She focused on her work. "Probably a free verse poem." Can I see it?" Friday asked."Fine but it's not finished." She handed over her black journal with a white cross on the front to Friday. She had only a few lines. It was Jennifer Davis. She stood up and faced the TV camera that was in the back of the room.“Go ahead, Jennifer,” Cal said.“First,” she declared, “I’d just like to say that we all owe a debt of gratitude to our State Senator, Jack Ross, for making all this possible for our community.”The crowd spent a few seconds murmuring among themselves. A few applauded on their own and then Kyle Stevens picked up the cue and applauded and then the entire room joined in. After a few seconds the room fell. When I finally rip the stockings apart, the tattered panties follow suit. She is now completely naked, and ready to be fucked, almost. For my final bit of cruelty, I slide her hair through the small hole, I?ve drilled for that very same purpose and tie a rope around it, making several tight knots. Then I get a special toy, just for this situation. A large metal hook, not sharp, but very, very large. I walk on front of her, holding the giant hook in front of her. Christie looks at it in horror,. "Mate?" Hwia asked stunned. "You have ... you have taken a husband?"Aihola nodded. "Yes I have. And Tarifa, Queen of the High Elves shares our love and our bed." The ... the oldest of our laws demands the Queen of the Drow take the strongest male Drow as her mate." Aelulip spoke. "Not some ... not some foreigner who does not follow our laws! Nor would the Queen of the Drow take a female into her bed, let alone the Queen of our hated enemies." Times have changed." Aihola spoke firmly. "I choose.