" Say pretty please," she said."Pretty please," he managed to say through clenched teeth."Not good enough!" she exclaimed. "Tell me how much you want... me to usethis on you. Tell me you want to experience it for as long as I wasforced to endure it. Go ahead. I want to hear real sincerity in yourpleading."In the end he did everything she asked. He begged and pleaded anddescribed how much he wanted to ride the machine until she finallydecided he was truly ready.He had to watch as she prepared. "No, madame," replied Monte Cristo; "but you see I make no resistance." We are going to the greenhouse that you see at the other end of the grove."The count looked at Mercedes as if to interrogate her, but she continued to walk on in silence, and he refrained from speaking. They reached the building, ornamented with magnificent fruits, which ripen at the beginning of July in the artificial temperature which takes the place of the sun, so frequently absent in our climate. The countess left the. I gasp for air. I feel millions of tiny little vibrations over my body. They're on my neck and they move around, soft, but intense. Gently at the nape of my neck and softly rolling upwards. Softly behind my ear and hot breathe, wet tongue, very lightly, leaving a chilled trail on my skin. Down again to the nape, to that magic spot that will drop me to my knees and leave me begging. I am owned by you and I not only have no power against it, but I am willingly submissive to it. I let it take. ‘Am I dying?’ [yes] ‘Don’t think about that right now.’ High above their heads, a deafening roar issued from the clouds. A dozen pairs of eyes turned simultaneously towards the sky. So this was it then. This is how it was all going to end. To the man and the boy, it didn’t seem real enough yet. But all around them, people were screaming and running. The got to their knees and crossed themselves. They pushed sharp glass into their wrists. They took their knives and slit their own throats..