She looked him in the eyes and smiled, "I am here as agreed, I am yours, you may do with me what you wish, but please don't hurt me. I agree that you ...can bind and discipline me, but I hope you won't let your anger out on me for my past behavior."She walked to him and dropped to her knees, she looked up at him as she worked to get his pants down, she really didn't like the anger in his eyes, but she would soon change that. She pulled his pants down, then rubbed the bulge in his underwear, a. He was the only prisoner kept there. As he walked with the guards, he noticed rows and columns of steel doors installed in the walls. The chill of the hallway, powered by a large metal fan, numbed his toes.One of the guards pulled open a drawer from the wall, which exposed Rashida’s bare shoulders and mutilated head. Khozem caressed what remained of her face. When his tears fell over the corpse, the guards stepped away.“Oh my Rashida,” whispered Khozem. “My sweet, gentle Rashida. What have they. Does that makes sense?”Ealaín nodded, her pure-white hair sliding about her ebony features. “They lack any style.”“Yes!” I said, enthusiasm rising me. “There’s no subjectivity. I can’t paint my expression in them. Not when I have to mimic the real world. I don’t get to pour any of my truths into them. Instead, I have to paint other’s truths. Reality’s boring truths. I miss it so much. It was nice dancing before the faerie, and I do get to create such wondrous art while making love to my brother. He started to clap his hands to the snare hits, and slowly, her friends came around. “There you go!” “Ya! Get into it!” one of them yelled out. “Woo!” Chelsea started to chuckle as she watched her man sway, bounce and clap in place. She knew he was trying to fix his mistake, but she felt that she needed to truly make sure that he would learn his lesson this time. “No need to tip. Touch and play. This is our night!” Chelsea assured her friends. Smirks crept across their faces as her.