" You must understand, a vision is not like a television show. It is made up of symbols and hints and there are no captions to explain. Often you just...have to feel what the vision is telling you. I had a strong sense that someone that you care for very deeply is going to be in great danger and only you can save them. But I also felt that only through a vision would you know about this danger and how to stop it." That's it? You can't tell me who, or what to do?" No, I am sorry; I tried very hard. The knife changed hands and Ryan’s anger turned to laughter. There was a manic glow in his eyes.“So, you like pain, do you? I’m very good at that.” He moved toward her again with the knife poised, confident in his superior size and strength. This time the steel was met with her own blade and she rose upon the platform again, swinging her feet over the edge.“A blade between us, as you told me,” she said. “I’ll leave now. I think you should, too.”He laughed. “Leave? You have missed the point.. "I started to protest, but how could I? Her tiny hands unzipped my shorts and pulled my aching prick free. She looked up at me with those big hazel eyes and started to give me the best, and probably shortest, blowjob of my life. Her lips slid all the way down my cock and she managed to make me all the way into her throat with seemingly no discomfort.The sensation was overwhelming to me.In probably less time than she had been in Jake's room, I was shooting what felt like gallons of hot jizz into. She was a beautiful woman, a hugely impressive, charismatic, intelligent figure, somebody who deserved better than that. Torture, perhaps, was fair enough, punishment for her Christianity, but mass rape was about soldiers taking out on her their frustrations, punishing her for being a rich and gorgeous woman. Even the beatings and the spiked wheel troubled him, though. Not in themselves but in her reaction to them. How had she been so calm? How had she recovered so quickly? He wondered whether.