What do you call it...masochism?....that I need to scratch every so often. After the crazy stuff with mom, it's gotten a lot bigger. I don't think Al ...ill let me do this, but really, I mean for real, I would like to do my whore act tied up or chained to the floor or something. I would be totally helpless and naked and then anyone could do anything they wanted to me. Fuck me in every hole, spit on me, piss on me, take a smelly dump on me, make me suck dick until they ran out of dicks; anything,. Maggie sat on the edge of the bath and said, 'I suppose youdeserve to be told what is happening. Do you really thinkthat I married you for love, no, it was for this house andyour money, but for two years I have had to put up with youbut now that is going to change, do you remember signingthose forms the day that the washing machine repair mancame, the ones that he witnessed you signing.'I nodded.'As usual you did not read them, you signed over the houseand the bank accounts to me, you now have. “Blossoming like a rose made of pure ruby, every petal sculpted to perfection. Not unlike two other flowers I know.”His eyes had fallen on me, awakened desires in my breast I knew were wrong. Desires I was learning to channel at the Radiant Halls of Az, the largest temple to Rithi in the world. I was only a sunbeam then, having only a week earlier gained my first tattoo over my left breast and completing my initiation as a glimmer. It would be another two years before I became a radiant, a full. I intend to kill all of you.” Realizing that her voice was muffled and they might not hear her, she reached a clawed hand around the man’s throat and tore it open, hoping they would get the point.The hallway erupted in quiet gunfire once more, and she threw the dead man and danced about the room, slashing and ripping. Her body became hot as hellfire surrounded her, summoned by her anger, and she tore her way through the men, pausing on occasion to sting a couple and knock them out.Someone threw.