And he shivered slight… feeling the chilled fear-thrill run throughout his body. I stood up slowly, standing exactly in front of him. I pushed his k...ees more apart with my leg. And I thought in my mind again… All I want to see is suffering… Holding at the curtains with my tight grip, I take a step closer to him, between his legs. He closes his eyes for a second with a deep sigh of anticipation… opens them again to look at the brutality in mine. Something that he immensely loves and hates at the. "Right, second Dan in JuJitsu can't break up a fight if he wants." JuJitsu?" Every Thursday evening and every Sunday morning." No, that's ice-dancing." No, Shawna, that's JuJitsu. I went to see him compete, there's the trophy." He pointed to the window-sill where, tucked behind a little wood-carving of her — topless, she realised, blushing — as a centaur was a narrow trophy with what looked like a karate fighter on the top."Why did he tell me he was ice-dancing?" Tony leant in, pointing above. Both Shelly and I could not stop staring at her. Shelly said, “damn, her feet are nice” and I agreed. We tried to look away and not get caught staring but she saw us. She walked over to Shelly and said “I’m Katrina, are you with him?” Shelly told her “no we just met”. Katrina said “good, because I want to fuck you”. “Do you like cocks or cunts?” Shelly was kind of nervous because Katrina was so straight forward. Shelly said, “I like both”. Katrina looked at me and said “go get us something to. For her stood in darkness, arms secure above her head, expecting her night would be one long and a very exhausting round of trying to ease weary muscles, she had time to muse. She had trodden this path before. Oliver would have left her on tiptoe, to add to the pain, he was an unfeeling bastard like that, but her son had left her on her flat feet and with enough slack to move but not escape. Time in the darkened room, passed slowly, not that she had any way of knowing that of course, no chink.