She looked up at him and the crayon in her hand fell. She got up seeing so much blood over him. “Ludwig, whatever happened to you?” Her voice was a mere whisper. He could feel pity and sympathy in her heart. “Why is there so much blood on you?” she asked as she stepped closer to him. There was blood on his torso. His breathing was ragged. The black shirt he was wearing was held by one button in the center and it was torn on the side. The crimson blood smudged his skin, but there was no visible wound, only a slight cut on his biceps. 

“So you must be Penny!” said Tova. He came near her and took her hand in his. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed the back of her hand gently and said, “Enchanté!” with a warm look in his light brown eyes. 

Ludwig went back to her neck, to the place where he would have loved to sink his fangs and nibbled her skin when suddenly he felt his penis rubbing her swollen clitoris. He found her pressing it against his erection and his muscles strained. 

Ludwig was standing there looking at the place where he had hidden his son, not giving out his location even as others tied him to the stake and burned him. His body was covered with sweat as he thrashed his head sideways on the pillow. Why couldn’t he save his father? He was so weak that time. 

When Ludwig emerged from the surface he was hoping to find Penny there, standing in front of him, but she hadn’t come. He gritted his teeth in anger and held the edges of the glass tub tightly. He realized that they should be made of iron because it took all his energy not to break the glass while waiting for his tormentor. His gaze was fixed at the door. What was she doing that was taking so much time? Suddenly the door opened and Penny walked in only a lacy pink bra and a matching thong that contoured over her hips and then its fabric disappeared in between those legs. Ludwig&r