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he commanded softly, as soft as a silent bolt of lightning that doesn't like to repeat things more than once. I drag it to another one of my machines. Yes, my playroom is huge, it has about nine imported machines, big and many small ones that I've lost count of. I know, I'm completely crazy, but this is the only thing that keeps me alive every day of my sad life. I tuck her between the shackles and pull them with the remote control. Reana's vagina is so exposed that there's nothing she can't see of her. My mouth gets wet just looking at her and my whole-body lights up.

My phone vibrates, it was a text from Meadow. M : Gonna be done with work anytime soon? I may or may not be missing you. I find myself unconsciously smiling at the message. That was it, just a text from her was enough to make every trace of anger leave me. She was my fucking Kryptonite. I send a text back. J: On my way to you right now.

, she shouts after me. Once back in bed, I nod off, and I awaken several hours later to Meme watching TV next to me. I’m cramping and headed to the bathroom! When I manage to crawl back out, Meme is holding the bag of dark chocolate-covered espresso beans. “Sargent Beefcake wanted to remind you these are here”, she says as she shows me my text message from Jonny.

"Sorry. You want me to go into a mine and die so you can know there's poisonous gas there?" He chuckled. She steadied herself "Not die. And not a literal mine. It's a club. I want you to sing there and keep an eye out on any...poisonous auras." She swallowed. "A club? What kind of club?" He looked at her for a moment, before looking down. "Follow me." He instructed. She hesitated, following him deeper into the office. "The Mine is a club that's underground, hence the name," he started as they walked through the very empty hall. "And, like a mine, everyone who attends is rich. It's a...networking event essentially that just never stops."

"How deep does this mine go?" "Levels," Stark said, checking a map on the wall. "There are six levels. We are on level one. Why?" "Because my mother left me a pet," I said. "And I think it's time to feed it." I stood up, grabbing the still empty pistol and shoved it into my belt. I grabbed a heavy wrench from a shelf. "Where are you going?" Madame D asked. "Down," I said. "To Level Six." "The elevators don't go that deep," Stark warned. "The shafts were sealed."

He held Maya tight. Maya looked at the ocean. Something was coming out of the water. It was not a ship. It was a silver door. On the door a message was being written in gold letters: USER: MAYA. STATUS: MANAGER. SYSTEM SHUTS DOWN IN 10:00 MINUTES.

One of them smirk, "Not a toy babygirl" Mumma glare him. He immediately put on his straight face. We walked down the Hall, into the master bedroom. This bedroom was similar to the one Jack had in his house, where we did it first time. "Why are you blushing? " Ask mumma I cast my eyes down and rush in the washroom. I used phone while doing my business. So many text from friends So many text from cousins. My social media notifications were up to the brim. This is the first time that I wasn't active for so long.

There was nothing left on the room except for the bed and the sofa. "What the hell?" I sat on the edge looking at the room. "I had Simon clean it up while we were inside the bathroom." He stated. "When did you talk with him?" I asked. "While were inside the bathroom. It's called mind link. I can talk with anyone in my pack through our minds." "I don't care. I'm not interested. What do you want from me?" He looked at me from head to foot and smiled wickedly. "Do you really want to know?" I grabbed a blanket and covered my body.

It surely wasn’t a diamond. “This is musgravite, one of the rarest stones in the world. And I especially got this made for you. A rare stone for my rare and beautiful woman,” he smiled looking down at the ring and pulling it out of the box. And before I could pull my hand back, he held it and pulled up. I snapped my eyes shut and cursed inwardly. I didn’t really have to look at his face. I had already anticipated his reaction.