With the clang of the keys opening up the cell, he averted his eyes to watch that he didn’t spill her food. ‘Bitch, your food is here.’ Buckley ...spoke with an air of indifference. He didn’t even bother stepping inside the cell, instead leaning against the open door leaving James to go in alone. James carefully handed the bowl to Azalea almost flinching as she thanked him. Her words almost inaudible, even in the silence. Quickly he turned on his heel and left Buckley to lock the cell. The shame. Oh, it would be sweet. It would be so, so, sweet, giving herself to the worms. Giving herself up to an alien intelligence would salve her hurt. She could spend the rest of her days drowning in physical pleasure, spawning creatures bred to possess women's minds.Her family were a bunch of fundamentalist Christians. They had dispossessed her when she had come out to them as a teenager, and she had lost everything.She didn't have many close friends. She had given away all of her friendships to get. Hegasped and yelled a guttural noise without vocabulary and before he couldget his breath to yell stop and second impact came and the pain doubled.His arms tried to move, but the vice-like grip that Jake held them withwould allow no escape. A third time Jake?s hand came down, and Tuck couldhardly get his breath. He felt like a flaming hot poker had been laidacross his bottom. A fourth came slamming down. Tears welled up, butstill no words, just the terrible yell from deep down in the pit of. He coughs to clear his throat.“You desire the coin, just like your great granduncle had before you,” he states. Rolling his eyes at your surprised face, he continues, “No, your great grandfather may have been the one to come up with the Trickster’s Diagram, but it was your incompetent great granduncle’s greed that got all of their kind killed. Your great grandfather was the only man I didn’t despise among all of the warlocks, but he had been careless. He let his brother get hid hands on.