Lexie looked from her family to Zheme, a shaky smile spreading across her lips as she embraced him in her arms. She could feel the tears that defined her joy running down her cheeks, she could feel as the intensity of her happiness gradually increasing...at this very moment, she felt everything; mirth, sadness, excitement, she didn't have a steady emotion, but the most prominent of all was joy.   It had collided with her heart like a river does a sea and now it ran like blood through her veins, touching everywhere including the very tip of her toes and the crown of her head.   It even ran along her arms which squeezed tight around Zheme too, ran across her lips which a subdued 'thank you' slipped through, and it ran along the tips of her fingers as she finally pulled away from the embrace, heart doing flips when she noticed the little twitch at the corner of Zheme's lips. "You're welcome."    With the back of her ha

It was official, Lexie was going to hell. She lied to her parents twice in just one day and what's worst, she didn't feel bad about it.    She lied about Mark, well technically, it wasn't a lie, Mark truly didn't want her.   But then she went ahead and lied about loving Zheme or was that really a lie?   She wasn't sure, but from the start, she only lied to benefit him. If she had told the truth, then Zheme would be in deep trouble and in order to dig him out of that trouble, she lied for him.   What an idiot she was, what a damn fool!   She lied for him and now the bastard sat behind his desk doing work, while she sat by the couch bored.   She was beginning to lament lying for him, because up until now, he hadn't even looked up to know if she was alive or dead.   If she could, she'd take off a foot of her heels and fling it at his co

Lexie laid breathless on her back as Zheme pivoted his hips, c*ck still buried deep inside of her, so deep that Lexie could've sworn it touched her heart.    Right now, she was in a world of pure bliss, a world of pleasure that had her legs shaking in anticipation of her release and her lips trembling in aid of holding back her needy moans.   She was seeing pretty butterflies, some green, green grass and her world of pleasure would be incomplete if colourful and vibrant flowers weren't buried into the fruitfulness of the earth.   Zheme was the only man who had ever and who could ever take her to such a place, just one touch and she was gone into a world that only existed when he was around, one touch and his name was all she could pronounce.   She didn't know how he did it, but he brought her pride low enough to have her frequently begging him for something she could never get tired of, somethin

Now thirteen, Zheme stood in the dungeons, feet and hands chained and the only emotion known to him was fear.   He knew what was going to happen, he knew from the very moment he stood before his mother, blocking her from his father. His mother had begged him not to, she had said that if he defended her again then he'd be the one receiving pain in her stead, but Zheme cared not, for now he knew his father had lied, she wasn't happy, instead she was in a deep state of agony.   He could hear the pain in her screams, could see it in her eyes and furthermore, how could pain make someone happy?   He wasn't stupid, at seven he probably was, but now he knew better, her tears weren't another means of smiling, they signified her fear, her pain and her sadness, they represented her suffering and a suffering she certainly didn't deserve.   She was a benevolent woman, she looked out for him, cried for him, showed

Lexie stepped out of the bathroom, a towel hanging over her neck and the loose pyjama she had recently found, covering almost her entire body, hiding it from Zheme's watchful eyes that peek at her from the bed.    "I'm done." She announced, walking further inside.   Nodding, Zheme eased off the bed to stand firmly on his feet, hands traveling down to abide in his pockets. "I really don't want to shower today."   Lexie shrugged, plopping down on the bed. "You don't have to, I mean, dirty you+dirty dungeon= germs and at the same time, clean you+dirty dungeon= germs too."   Zheme turned to glare at her, eyes summing her up as if she was a math test. "Dungeon? What dungeon?"   "The same dungeon you promised to sleep in tonight."   Zheme tilted his head, eyes squinting as he feigned confusion. "Me...?" He asked, stretching the word as if he was a child. "When