” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and ...I wasn’t one of them. I don’t resent him for it. He didn’t throw me into some kind of hell. Apparently The Company was some kind of interdimensional entertainment corporation. I didn’t really love the idea of being someone’s sex doll or action figure, but they assured me that hardly anyone actually wanted someone who wasn’t happy to be there, and. "Oh, they're almost done. I think that's the last box." It is. Oh, I better get moving then." Yes. I guess so. Here, I'll see you out."Tim smiled back at her and walked towards the door. Tim took one lastlook around his home before Cara escorted him out the door. Tim smiledas he looked inside one last time at the home he would not inhabit againfor nearly three years if everything went according to plan.Tim brushed his hair out of his face and walked down the steps and tohis car. He opened his. Critically she assessed what she saw. Shewas tallish for a woman, around 5'8". Her thick, sherry coloured curlswere swept up tightly into a band. Loose, it fell in luxuriant, curling wavesto her hips and was a secret, closely held source of pride. She felt sometimesshe should cut it but he objected as he loved to bury his face in its sweetsmelling bounty and would gather handfuls of silky curls and rub his beautifulcock in them. Her shoulders were broad and straight, her back a. The whip was far too long to pick up any speed. It was far too long to do any damage. He made no effort to get out of its way. He just stood there, his head no more than ten feet above mine, his greenish saliva dripping into my face and eyes, and let the light rope coil around his neck — once, twice, and then a third time.The Morling caught me in his gaze and raised his light whip above his head to deliver my death blow. He sneered at me. I smiled at him. Then I flicked my wrist to try to free.