"44, Taylor Calakin. Marked with Blood, shall hunt to feed the hungry and fight to protect the weak, a knight of Utopia. 43 step up and be marked."Ale...xis dipped her hand in a vile of crimson blood and gracefully whipped it across Jake's Face.The Skipping of the number 43 didn't go unnoticed. But Alexis finally spoke again."The student marked as 43 is yet to have a name decided, But he is marked with The Paint. Prepared for Knowledge he will be Taking Shelter with me. 43 step up to be marked."I. I stood back as the door opened and the young pilot stood there looking dumbfounded. I just smiled and crooked my finger at him, motioning for him to enter.He hesitated only briefly before entering, closing the door and sliding the lock home. His eyes narrowed as they roamed all over my body. When they finally reached my face there was confusion and desire in his eyes.I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. They were just as soft as they looked. After a moments hesitation, they were. Just the thought of being naked and blindfolded was enough to make me wet and I was not anymore in a position to think of what she had demanded of me. I opened the door and walked in.The room was dark and softly light with yellowish light. The hints of a posh neighbourhood were all around visible in the aesthetics of the room. I closed the door behind me and kept my bag on the floor. I took my t-shirt and jeans off without thinking much. A couple of more minutes and the wetness of my crotch. Theclient took some more rope and grabbed her ankles by her stiletto boots.He expertly tied them together.He then bowed to Irene's head and whispered in her ear, "How about a nicehogtie, sweetie?" Irene tried to answer but all she could feel was thatshe was starting to drool.Irene was lying on the desk of the office in an abandoned warehouse, ballgagged and with her hands tied behind her back. The client picked up somemore rope and went on to tie Irene's legs together. He started above.