He helped me carry in the box we separated everything sat on the floor and started putting it together, I was really horny I haven't had sex since the... break up as we sat on the he asked me about my ex and if I have seen anyone since. I told him about it and also told him no I haven't been with anybody then he told me that he heard rumors that I was fucking every guy in town I told him that wasn't true that the guy spreading them was mad because I didn't sleep with him. He grinned and said what. I phoned him to meet up, as usual he picked me up and we went to his studio at the warehouses. He thought he was getting some booty that night but his luck was WAY out. He was his usual gentlemanly self, opened the car door for me and took my hand in his. As soon as we were inside the studio I started questioning him about following me and calling all the time. He flew at me without warning or explanation and started to slap, punch, kick and bite me. It only stopped once I was curled in a ball. I use the remaining ice to rub over the bruising, cooling it down.I move back to the row of implements and after making my decision make a couple of trips back to the bed, laying the pieces out by your feet – a towel, a small bowl of water, a razor and a tube of shaving cream. I lift your bum up and place the towel underneath you, keeping the bed from getting wet. At this point you have no idea what my intentions are. You hear the squelch as I work the cream up to a lather in my hands and then. Rosa moaned in joy as the SUV sent the cop car flying. Damien lost control of the SUV. It tumbled. The world spun. The force threw Abigail from the vehicle. She crashed her back into the side of a patrol car, bounced off, and landed on her feet before an astonished cop scrambling for cover. He had brown eyes, a youthful face.“Kill,” Abigail purred as she stared into his eyes. “Kill all your friends.”The cop's eyes went dull. He rose mechanically, turned his shotgun, and opened fire. Abigail.