I cried bitter tears when I thought you had been killed in the market place, with all the others. I hated my parents, believing that they had you kill...ed. And then, when you came to kill them, you left me behind, to escape with Birte!"Joerg sat up, too, looking at her incredulously."You felt for me? Hildburg, whenever I spoke to you, you averted your face. I thought you scorned me, I thought you were aloof." Aloof? Me? I was shy and tongue tied whenever I saw you, and I felt rejected whenever. February 19, 1894Its serrated claws, still blood-stained with my blood from the night before, the hellish demon that has become my own private torturer returned once again to inflict pain upon and scream at me with its demonic voice.In this visitation, the spawn of Satan pinned me helpless as it raked my arms with until I cried in agony as my own blood flowed forth upon the floor.Content not with my loosing conciseness, the beast from perdition pulled me away from the peaceful darkness of sleep. Surprisingly she came out of the shower in a good mood. I let her have the rest of the vodka while I grabbed the last beer and went to shower. When I got done I found her curled up a sleep on the bed so I threw a blanket over her and went into the living room to watch sports and fell asleep.I woke up to find her on her knees in front of me trying to get my cock out of my pants. When she realized I was awake she looked up and said, “Thought I’d give you head one more time before I left.” It. " Daniel handed her a cup of tea and minced away in high heeled slippers. As she sipped the tea she wondered where Emma was. Strange that Daniel got away from her she thought. She finished her tea. She looked down at the mug. Looks like it was previously broken she mused. Too late she realized. It was the same mug she had drunk from all those years ago. Emma appeared as if out of no where holding Daniel's painted hand. She was smiling. "Hope you enjoyed your drink Janis. Talk about Deja vu..