Conquered by the Knight
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OOC: Not so warlord. More Dark Mysterious Evil. More eivl glowing eyes, slwoly suck the soul out of sumone eivl! hehe. Think dracula, mixed with Blade, and a ltitle batman on the side, but all eivl! ^_^
OOC: Not so warlord. More Dark Mysterious Evil. More eivl glowing eyes, slwoly suck the soul out of sumone eivl! hehe. Think dracula, mixed with Blade, and a ltitle batman on the side, but all eivl! ^_^
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Now Hear This!
OOC: if for some reason I can't keep up with this post, I'm letting either Mistress of Friendly Dragon speak for me... this is all going so quickly! But I love it. You guys are great.
OOC: if for some reason I can't keep up with this post, I'm letting either Mistress of Friendly Dragon speak for me... this is all going so quickly! But I love it. You guys are great.
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OOC:Sorry I havent posted for a while but tommorrow is the start of finals for me and I have been a bit busy.
IC: I looked up out of the bars of the cage. A hopeless fight. Is it really worth trying anymore?
I am too weak to fight now. hungry, tried, abused and not even a trace of kindness from anyone. At least back at the castle I got some food.
I am starting to miss that warrior girl. Where is she?
I give in. They can do what they please with me. I don't even care anymore. I would do anything to get out of this cage and get something to eat. I would even serve the alpha who was so cruel to me earlier
IC: I looked up out of the bars of the cage. A hopeless fight. Is it really worth trying anymore?
I am too weak to fight now. hungry, tried, abused and not even a trace of kindness from anyone. At least back at the castle I got some food.
I am starting to miss that warrior girl. Where is she?
I give in. They can do what they please with me. I don't even care anymore. I would do anything to get out of this cage and get something to eat. I would even serve the alpha who was so cruel to me earlier
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Kalindor
He smirked...watching the band of gypsies enter the camp..."Quite a secure camp you have here...Captain." He had been trading glances with the LAdy Elizabeth all night, and although he should be angry about messing up his reputation, he couldn't be angry at the Lady Elizabeth. He watched Romulus' face as they spoke, and however well the man fought in battle, if he couldn't control his own emotions, he'd never be trustworthy. Evidently the King liked emotional knights, because several others exhibited the same 'qualities'. He smiled again and let his hand rest on his dagger as he watched the goings on of the camp. He let his eyes wander to the Lady every chance he got...
He smirked...watching the band of gypsies enter the camp..."Quite a secure camp you have here...Captain." He had been trading glances with the LAdy Elizabeth all night, and although he should be angry about messing up his reputation, he couldn't be angry at the Lady Elizabeth. He watched Romulus' face as they spoke, and however well the man fought in battle, if he couldn't control his own emotions, he'd never be trustworthy. Evidently the King liked emotional knights, because several others exhibited the same 'qualities'. He smiled again and let his hand rest on his dagger as he watched the goings on of the camp. He let his eyes wander to the Lady every chance he got...
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Gypsies. So now it was gypsies.
Romulus had suffered enough. This was a military camp, damn it! The mercenary had slipped through the guards, which could perhaps be excused. But now, it seemed that intruders were parading through his defenses with impunity.
Now, he would assume command of the situation. The time for uncertainty was past.
"Halt!" he called to the wild-eyed man who had taken the girl Troia. Immediately, the knights were ready. The gypsy turned, his face a hideous sneer.
"She is mine, I say! By right of law!"
Romulus strode toward them, his sword glowing. The battle-rage filled him once more, an old friend that had been absent for too long now. For the first time in what seemed a lifetime, Romulus felt whole.
"Law? What do gypsies know of law? I have faced your kind before. The girl was under the protection of the crown." Jason smiled grimly and took a step closer to Troia. "You, however..."
Romulus smiled at the gypsy leader, and he saw the fear in the man's crazed eyes.
"You are here under no flag of truce."
It was over in an instant. Without another word, the whisper of arrows split the air. One by one, the gypsies fell. Some would never rise again. Some would... eventually.
The gypsy leader shrieked as his companions fell. He grabbed for the girl, meaning to use her as a shield. Jason was quicker, however, and stepped between them. Snarling, the gypsy drew his knife, meaning to kill the young knight before his own life ended. Comtemptuously, Jason parried the gypsy's lunge, turned, and sliced his sword through the man's neck. The severed head tumbled into the forest, many yards from where his body collapsed.
The remaining gypsies were staggering into the woods, leaving behind their dead and dying. Troia fell to her knees, weeping, as Jason bent to comfort her. Romulus watched the scene coolly, satisfied with the outcome.
"Milord, was this wise?" Aiden's voice, quiet and soft.
Romulus turned to him. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." He had seen the stark terror in the girl's face, and had sensed the wickedness of her master. In the end, there could be no debate. He would deal with the consequences; he had done worse before, in the name of the King. This time, however, he knew he had done the right thing.
"It was, however, just."
OOC: Okay, I decided it was time to kick a little ass. I was getting a little tired of righteous indignation!
[Edited by doctor_insanus on 03-19-2001 at 08:17 AM]
Gypsies. So now it was gypsies.
Romulus had suffered enough. This was a military camp, damn it! The mercenary had slipped through the guards, which could perhaps be excused. But now, it seemed that intruders were parading through his defenses with impunity.
Now, he would assume command of the situation. The time for uncertainty was past.
"Halt!" he called to the wild-eyed man who had taken the girl Troia. Immediately, the knights were ready. The gypsy turned, his face a hideous sneer.
"She is mine, I say! By right of law!"
Romulus strode toward them, his sword glowing. The battle-rage filled him once more, an old friend that had been absent for too long now. For the first time in what seemed a lifetime, Romulus felt whole.
"Law? What do gypsies know of law? I have faced your kind before. The girl was under the protection of the crown." Jason smiled grimly and took a step closer to Troia. "You, however..."
Romulus smiled at the gypsy leader, and he saw the fear in the man's crazed eyes.
"You are here under no flag of truce."
It was over in an instant. Without another word, the whisper of arrows split the air. One by one, the gypsies fell. Some would never rise again. Some would... eventually.
The gypsy leader shrieked as his companions fell. He grabbed for the girl, meaning to use her as a shield. Jason was quicker, however, and stepped between them. Snarling, the gypsy drew his knife, meaning to kill the young knight before his own life ended. Comtemptuously, Jason parried the gypsy's lunge, turned, and sliced his sword through the man's neck. The severed head tumbled into the forest, many yards from where his body collapsed.
The remaining gypsies were staggering into the woods, leaving behind their dead and dying. Troia fell to her knees, weeping, as Jason bent to comfort her. Romulus watched the scene coolly, satisfied with the outcome.
"Milord, was this wise?" Aiden's voice, quiet and soft.
Romulus turned to him. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." He had seen the stark terror in the girl's face, and had sensed the wickedness of her master. In the end, there could be no debate. He would deal with the consequences; he had done worse before, in the name of the King. This time, however, he knew he had done the right thing.
"It was, however, just."
OOC: Okay, I decided it was time to kick a little ass. I was getting a little tired of righteous indignation!
[Edited by doctor_insanus on 03-19-2001 at 08:17 AM]
Troia
OOC: A little ass kicking is a good thing ;-)
IC:
She couldn't believe what had happened. At first, all she could do was cry. Not from fear over the events of the past few moments. No, she'd long since stopped fearing death, after all, she'd been living in hell for the majority of her twenty-three years.
No, it wasn't fear, it was joy and disbelief. She was free from Marius and that damned whip of his. Free of being some freak show whenever Marius decided to put up the carnival. Free... and yet not quite so.
Drying her eyes, she rose to her feet with Jason's help. A smile given to him for his help along with a soft kiss on his cheek and an impetious embrace.
"Thank you, Sir." She whispered her thanks to him before turning to spit on what was left of Marius' body. A wholly unladylike thing to do, escpecially in the presence of all the lord and lady like types around her. But she didn't care. She'd made a promise to him she'd spit on his body one day, and by the gods she'd keep it.
Turning away, the hem of her skirt dancing just above her bare feet, she made her way to Romulus, curtsying as gracefully as any lady at court might. Her neck craned gracefully as she cast her eyes down for a moment to show him the deference due his station, a mark of some sort barely visible beneath the thick braid of auburn hair that hang over one shoulder.
"I'm grateful to you and your men, Milord. You're assistance was very kind." Her voice had a musical lilt to it. Years of living among the gypsies having surplanted her native accent, not that she even remembered that it was anymore. "I'd be more than willing to help you in your quest, if you'd allow me to do so."
Troia could almost feel the thoughts the doubt that a girl like her would be any use to them. And yes, it was there in Romulus' eyes when she looked up. She had a feeling he was already beginning to think of her as another nuisance to his journey.
"I don't look like much I know, but I can help. I have certain abilities that might prove useful to you." She hesitated, suddenly unsure of whether she should demonstrate those very abilities. Most people did not accept her abilities with open arms... how would they react if she told them about the things she saw?
OOC: A little ass kicking is a good thing ;-)
IC:
She couldn't believe what had happened. At first, all she could do was cry. Not from fear over the events of the past few moments. No, she'd long since stopped fearing death, after all, she'd been living in hell for the majority of her twenty-three years.
No, it wasn't fear, it was joy and disbelief. She was free from Marius and that damned whip of his. Free of being some freak show whenever Marius decided to put up the carnival. Free... and yet not quite so.
Drying her eyes, she rose to her feet with Jason's help. A smile given to him for his help along with a soft kiss on his cheek and an impetious embrace.
"Thank you, Sir." She whispered her thanks to him before turning to spit on what was left of Marius' body. A wholly unladylike thing to do, escpecially in the presence of all the lord and lady like types around her. But she didn't care. She'd made a promise to him she'd spit on his body one day, and by the gods she'd keep it.
Turning away, the hem of her skirt dancing just above her bare feet, she made her way to Romulus, curtsying as gracefully as any lady at court might. Her neck craned gracefully as she cast her eyes down for a moment to show him the deference due his station, a mark of some sort barely visible beneath the thick braid of auburn hair that hang over one shoulder.
"I'm grateful to you and your men, Milord. You're assistance was very kind." Her voice had a musical lilt to it. Years of living among the gypsies having surplanted her native accent, not that she even remembered that it was anymore. "I'd be more than willing to help you in your quest, if you'd allow me to do so."
Troia could almost feel the thoughts the doubt that a girl like her would be any use to them. And yes, it was there in Romulus' eyes when she looked up. She had a feeling he was already beginning to think of her as another nuisance to his journey.
"I don't look like much I know, but I can help. I have certain abilities that might prove useful to you." She hesitated, suddenly unsure of whether she should demonstrate those very abilities. Most people did not accept her abilities with open arms... how would they react if she told them about the things she saw?
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Elizabeth
The Lady Elizabeth let her eyes wander towards the dark aura of Kalindor the Slayer. Things were picking up, Aiden had ordered the men to find the girl, the Dark Knight couldn't have gotten far, dusk was on the horizon again, and she was dreadfully tired. She walked over to Kalindor.
"I think I need to sleep." She told him. "Aren't you tired, Slayer?" She asked with a gleam in her eye. "I'd like you to escort me to my chambers."
The Lady Elizabeth let her eyes wander towards the dark aura of Kalindor the Slayer. Things were picking up, Aiden had ordered the men to find the girl, the Dark Knight couldn't have gotten far, dusk was on the horizon again, and she was dreadfully tired. She walked over to Kalindor.
"I think I need to sleep." She told him. "Aren't you tired, Slayer?" She asked with a gleam in her eye. "I'd like you to escort me to my chambers."
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Kalindor studied the Lady for a moment "I suppose theres no harm in a little rest.." He took a last look at the carnage before offering his arm to the Lady.
OOC: Myst, that picture of you with wings reminds me of a Danzig song..."Her Black Wings"
'See she is,
bedeviled with breasts,
enchantment...on legs
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep,
Under her black wings'
OOC: Myst, that picture of you with wings reminds me of a Danzig song..."Her Black Wings"
'See she is,
bedeviled with breasts,
enchantment...on legs
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep,
Under her black wings'
jason
OOC: i love what you did with jason romulus i did want to kill him so badly
I helped troia back up and as soon as i did she kissed me. I blushed slightly thinking to my self "That was the last ting i expected to get from severing a guys head but i like it". "Thank you sir" i then realized that she was thanking me but when i was going to say it was duty she spit on her old masters corpse!!! i think im genna get along just fine with her here.
She curtised to the lady elezibith and as she did i saw a mark of some kind but from where i was standing i wasnt sure i said to myself that i would ask her later.
As i watched her stand up i could see the disdain in romulises eyes he wasnt likeing her so far i steped forward and said to him "Good Sir i can see you are a little tired of intruders but Troia wil not be a problim I will take full responsibilty for her and her actions." the knight seemed to feel better when he herd these words "you better see that she stays in your hands and nothing happens Jason."
I turned to walk away and i heard her say "I don't look like much I know, but I can help. I have certain abilities that might prove useful to you." I knuw for a fact that most knights dont care for magic but i couldent help but ask "what are they?".
OOC: i love what you did with jason romulus i did want to kill him so badly
I helped troia back up and as soon as i did she kissed me. I blushed slightly thinking to my self "That was the last ting i expected to get from severing a guys head but i like it". "Thank you sir" i then realized that she was thanking me but when i was going to say it was duty she spit on her old masters corpse!!! i think im genna get along just fine with her here.
She curtised to the lady elezibith and as she did i saw a mark of some kind but from where i was standing i wasnt sure i said to myself that i would ask her later.
As i watched her stand up i could see the disdain in romulises eyes he wasnt likeing her so far i steped forward and said to him "Good Sir i can see you are a little tired of intruders but Troia wil not be a problim I will take full responsibilty for her and her actions." the knight seemed to feel better when he herd these words "you better see that she stays in your hands and nothing happens Jason."
I turned to walk away and i heard her say "I don't look like much I know, but I can help. I have certain abilities that might prove useful to you." I knuw for a fact that most knights dont care for magic but i couldent help but ask "what are they?".
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Elizabeth smiled shyly, informing everyone Aiden that she was going to rest for a while, then motioned to Kalindor to follow her. She led him up a winding stone staircase lit with torches and into a room with velvet tapestries depicting her royal crest. She stripped in front of the Slayer and called for a bath. Within minutes, maids were carrying in a wooden tub and buckets of warm water. Lady Elizabeth tied her hair up and stepped in after the servants had left. She looked at the Slayer.
"Care to join me? It's big enough for both of us." She smiled.
OOC: Thanks, Talon... I've been meaning to ask you about that.
"Care to join me? It's big enough for both of us." She smiled.
OOC: Thanks, Talon... I've been meaning to ask you about that.
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Aiden
Aiden saddled his horse and slowly lead the magnificent white charger back towards the centre of the encampment. Normally one of the squires would perform this task, but he needed some time to himself, to think. The slaughter of the gypsies had shaken him - surely there must have been some other way? With every passing day it seemed his training had prepared him less and less for the realities of warfare. Everything was not black and white - right and wrong - as he had believed. There were many shades of grey, he was beginning to learn. Romulus had said that the action was just, but he could not equate that with what he had witnessed. The gypsies had stood no chance, and that was not the noble and glorious combat he had spent years preparing for. He sighed and shook his head. It seemed he still had much to learn.
Still, this mission that Lady Elizabeth had honored him with was black and white. The girl held captive by the Black Knight's men must be rescued, and quickly. It was dusk now, but if they waited until the morning then that would just leave her in the foul grasp of that scum that much longer. Besides, he could do with getting away from the scene of the gypsy bodies being buried. The mission would help focus his thoughts, and a little time away from the camp might allow him to come to terms with recent events.
Aiden approached Jason and the former slave - Troia, he believed her name was. "Jason," he called. "We ride at once for Lady Elizabeth's castle. We shall rest there 'til dawn, then set out in pursuit of the Black Knight's army. There are but two of us, but with cunning and good fortune, we may spirit away the captive girl from their vile clutches. Are you prepared?"
Aiden looked around the camp, his thoughts on the mission. Would the two of them be enough? It would have to be.
OOC: This might be a good time if there's anyone new out there looking to join this thread. RoseFiora, I'm assuming Troia will be accompanying us too, even if Aiden doesn't know that yet.
Aiden saddled his horse and slowly lead the magnificent white charger back towards the centre of the encampment. Normally one of the squires would perform this task, but he needed some time to himself, to think. The slaughter of the gypsies had shaken him - surely there must have been some other way? With every passing day it seemed his training had prepared him less and less for the realities of warfare. Everything was not black and white - right and wrong - as he had believed. There were many shades of grey, he was beginning to learn. Romulus had said that the action was just, but he could not equate that with what he had witnessed. The gypsies had stood no chance, and that was not the noble and glorious combat he had spent years preparing for. He sighed and shook his head. It seemed he still had much to learn.
Still, this mission that Lady Elizabeth had honored him with was black and white. The girl held captive by the Black Knight's men must be rescued, and quickly. It was dusk now, but if they waited until the morning then that would just leave her in the foul grasp of that scum that much longer. Besides, he could do with getting away from the scene of the gypsy bodies being buried. The mission would help focus his thoughts, and a little time away from the camp might allow him to come to terms with recent events.
Aiden approached Jason and the former slave - Troia, he believed her name was. "Jason," he called. "We ride at once for Lady Elizabeth's castle. We shall rest there 'til dawn, then set out in pursuit of the Black Knight's army. There are but two of us, but with cunning and good fortune, we may spirit away the captive girl from their vile clutches. Are you prepared?"
Aiden looked around the camp, his thoughts on the mission. Would the two of them be enough? It would have to be.
OOC: This might be a good time if there's anyone new out there looking to join this thread. RoseFiora, I'm assuming Troia will be accompanying us too, even if Aiden doesn't know that yet.
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Kalindor
He studied the Lady Elizabeth for a moment before striping...which is a time consuming act for someone trying to get out of plate mail.
He settled into the water across from her, running a hand through his hair..."It appears the Captains hypocracy
(spelling?) knows no bounds...He thinks me a savage.." He smirks slightly and studies Elizabeths face...
He studied the Lady Elizabeth for a moment before striping...which is a time consuming act for someone trying to get out of plate mail.
He settled into the water across from her, running a hand through his hair..."It appears the Captains hypocracy
(spelling?) knows no bounds...He thinks me a savage.." He smirks slightly and studies Elizabeths face...
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Elizabeth
OOC: Good Morning everyone! Anyone else having trouble keeping all the characters and where they're going straight?
IC: Elizabeth watched as the man termed "The Slayer" settled into the tub across from her. It was obvious that his way with women was not forward, and she so wished that it was. She knew that her breasts were above the water, glistening and wet, yet he didn't dare to look at them. She wondered what she could do to make him the aggressor.
OOC: Talon, don't be shy, love.
OOC: Good Morning everyone! Anyone else having trouble keeping all the characters and where they're going straight?
IC: Elizabeth watched as the man termed "The Slayer" settled into the tub across from her. It was obvious that his way with women was not forward, and she so wished that it was. She knew that her breasts were above the water, glistening and wet, yet he didn't dare to look at them. She wondered what she could do to make him the aggressor.
OOC: Talon, don't be shy, love.
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Alls fair in love and war? I don't think so...thought Kalindor to himself. Elizabeth was cheating. She had a very nice arsenal. Kalindor settled back into the tub and let his eyes wander to her chest...not too experienced with women...he had no idea what to do. Should he touch her? He felt the strain of keeping his hands underwater...trying to keep from grasping her breasts...
Hakeldama
occ: Sorry I haven't posted for a bit... well here we go.
ic: Waking up after the hit on the head from the battle with the merc. "Dam him! Well my young Merc. That was well played out. But you have now annoyed me. I was just going to capture you and then sell you off. But now you are going to have to suffer a thousand pains for that!" I bellow with great rage. Spinning around to collect my sword and then kneeing down to draw a summoning circle in the ground. I begin a to call forth a demon.
With a great massive explosion, fire and smoke the demon make his presence know. "What is that you wish my lord?" ask the annoyed demon. "Find me the Merc and the girl! Tell me where they have gone, my pet and you shall be greatly rewarded. Fail me and you shall be destroyed." I command of the breast.
Later that night he reappears, telling me that I can find who I seek at a Castle in a far off land. Moving across the lake I mount my stead. And head for the castle.
Sending my thoughts out across the land into the sky throught the clouds, Feeling the cool air of the high allitudes touching my mind like ice. I finely connect with my falcon. Seeing through his eyes I see the caslte and slowly plan my attack.
Next time we meet young Merc. You will feel my blade at the nape of your neck, and I will take the lady as my prize.
Slowly turning around and mumble some arcane language under my breath. Then pointing to the cabin and watching as a fire ball blazes its way across to the engulf it into a building piece of rubble.
Kicking my heels into the sides of the giant war steed. We blaze across the land heading for the caslte, and my prize.
occ: Sorry I haven't posted for a bit... well here we go.
ic: Waking up after the hit on the head from the battle with the merc. "Dam him! Well my young Merc. That was well played out. But you have now annoyed me. I was just going to capture you and then sell you off. But now you are going to have to suffer a thousand pains for that!" I bellow with great rage. Spinning around to collect my sword and then kneeing down to draw a summoning circle in the ground. I begin a to call forth a demon.
With a great massive explosion, fire and smoke the demon make his presence know. "What is that you wish my lord?" ask the annoyed demon. "Find me the Merc and the girl! Tell me where they have gone, my pet and you shall be greatly rewarded. Fail me and you shall be destroyed." I command of the breast.
Later that night he reappears, telling me that I can find who I seek at a Castle in a far off land. Moving across the lake I mount my stead. And head for the castle.
Sending my thoughts out across the land into the sky throught the clouds, Feeling the cool air of the high allitudes touching my mind like ice. I finely connect with my falcon. Seeing through his eyes I see the caslte and slowly plan my attack.
Next time we meet young Merc. You will feel my blade at the nape of your neck, and I will take the lady as my prize.
Slowly turning around and mumble some arcane language under my breath. Then pointing to the cabin and watching as a fire ball blazes its way across to the engulf it into a building piece of rubble.
Kicking my heels into the sides of the giant war steed. We blaze across the land heading for the caslte, and my prize.
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OOC: Hehe...me and Myst are determined to have our little get together first And we're not at a castle, we're in a military camp in the woods. And for you Myst...
IC:
Kalindor leaned forward and cupped one of her breasts as he let his lips seek out her own. "Enough play Lady Elizabeth..." He embraced her in a kiss of passion and need...the need that one who has not had love in so long possesses. His rough hand so gently explores her flesh, as if they were a greater treasure than any horde in the world. He wrapped his other arm about her waist, standing out of the tub, still wrapped in a lovers embrace. He stepped from the tub and fell to the carpeted floor, onto his back, as he continued to hold her as if he would never let her free. He broke the kiss only long enough to regain his breath and then resumed. His hands explored every curve of her body as they rolled about on the carpets...
OOC: That good Myst?
And we're not at a castle, we're in a military camp in the woods. And for you Myst...IC:
Kalindor leaned forward and cupped one of her breasts as he let his lips seek out her own. "Enough play Lady Elizabeth..." He embraced her in a kiss of passion and need...the need that one who has not had love in so long possesses. His rough hand so gently explores her flesh, as if they were a greater treasure than any horde in the world. He wrapped his other arm about her waist, standing out of the tub, still wrapped in a lovers embrace. He stepped from the tub and fell to the carpeted floor, onto his back, as he continued to hold her as if he would never let her free. He broke the kiss only long enough to regain his breath and then resumed. His hands explored every curve of her body as they rolled about on the carpets...
OOC: That good Myst?
fine I am going there you prick..... owwwww... fuck my fingers hurt... O and do what you will.... I just want her for a few then to sell you both off to the highest bidder.... Owwwww fuck...
