“Maybe. If I am not comfortable, I can’t feel it. I am paralyzed now,” she replied “There must be something I can do for you.” “Don’t ...worry! I will be fine soon. By the way, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry.” I nodded. “Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?” she asked. “No, no, but somehow… I need to help you. She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye. “Could you please bring me a glass of water?” she said. I stood up and. Marek smiled to see my erect throbbing weapon and whispered that it was ok and he often gets hard also for no obvious reason and there was nothing to be embarrassed or sorry. Hearing this, my hands dropped down to my shorts and began rubbing, squeezing my pulsating sex muscle. Marek was watching and getting fascinated. Soon he announced that if I did not stop, he will have to join me because, he said; he was having his own prick getting hard. I told him that my erection was because of him and. The news of the Horde’s movements and the imminent arrival of the Archdemon galvanized the armies and its leaders like nothing else could have. The complaining nobles stopped whining and took directions from Duncan, Loghain, and their monarchs; the separate army units that had been formed marched to their designated locations to wait. The golems would stay together, the need for the control rods making splitting them up prohibitive; the rest of the various combatants were mixed into their. . forever. You won't be free of this suffering for all of eternity. This is Hell, after all, Mrs. Fiske. You're one of the damned now, a lost soul condemned to everlasting suffering and misery. That is your destiny, the one to which you were consigned by a combination of your daily decisions, the ones in favor of cruelty, selfishness, and bigotry. For now, however, go to the washroom and clean up a bit. You stink and I don't like having smelly people around. I'm the chief tormentor, not one of.