“I’ve dreamed of this day since we first met, my blonde goddess. Tails: we strangle Devon.”
Devon stiffened, her mouth still on my cock. Francesca tried to gasp, to pull in breath, but there was nothing for her. “You haven’t witnessed the finale and I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”
All that remained was dark-haired little Enya, kneeling in a pool of blood where her sisters had perished. Back then, I had been a man clinging to an old life, however unwillingly, but now, I was contemplating a brand new existence: one filled with completely undreamt of possibilities. “Bow your worthless head, girl,” I said. You wanted to teach him. Emma followed her in the same manner. “Stay with me, mother,” I hissed and slapped her across a white cheek.
