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Hold on to the thread

The currents will shift

Glide me towards...

You know something’s left

And we’re all allowed

To dream of the next oh, ohh the next,

Time we touch...



Oooh...



You don’t have to stray

Tho oceans away

Waves roll in my thoughts

Hold tight the ring...

The sea will rise...

Please stand by the shore...

Oh, oh, oh, I will be...

I will be there once more...



Oooh...

Uh huh, oh yeah...

“None of this is what you expected. No need to worry, all of your problems are over now, and I will explain all when you are better and thinking clearly.” Sitting on the bed beside her, he lifted her arm, and wrapped a velvet-covered strap around her wrist, then closed it by looping the ends together, as one does for the first layer of a bow. There was nothing threatening about the wrapped strings because he didn’t finish tying. Instead he dropped the dangling ends, as though finished “This will prevent you from touching yourself.”



Lifting her free hand, he strapped it loosely to the bed also. “I know you are filled with desire. We will get to that soon.” His canine bit his lower lip; touching his finger to the blood drop, he carried it to her legs. Spreading her legs he shoved the finger into her sheath. It set her on fire. Hot heat burned into her womb, and spiraled up through her body. Her peaked nipples tightened more, her breasts ached with need, and her clit throbbed double time. It was wild, like a drug in her system. His thumb stroked over the aching nub, and she cried out as the sensation ripped through her body, she was on the verge of a climax. Bucking against his hand, she felt her insides tighten, and prepare for release. She welcomed it with all of her body, another moment, and she would be in heaven.



He removed his hand. “You cannot cum.”



“Wait a minute.” She pulled at the restrains holding her arms, but they didn’t budge. “What is happening?” She looked at her wrists; they were still tied in the innocently lashed velvet. Not knotted, or in a bow. What was holding her captive? Pulling her arms down using the weight of her body, she strained her muscles, but the innocently looped material didn’t budge. “Oh heavens, am I in hell?”



“Some Lily, would call it hell.”

Your repressed energy, your built up frustration, your need to explode, your need to BLAH, BLAH, BLAH....Anything your blood dripping hands (you might wanna have that looked at) write down can be answered....I'm looking forward to the revenge you seek....for I am not the one you should seek it on, I will make you break...and the quote you used "Words just weren't made to capture the essence of you My Lord.



"If they bow before God, they will "kneel" before you." will ring true, as I will look down with pride as you "Kneel" before me....Pleasure...pure pleasure...and I will enjoy looking down.....

The bell has been rung on the field of War. If this is how you choose your end, my dear friend, then this is how the blows will fall.



I have far to much repressed energy for you to truly believe that you have even a footing, let alone a hand up.



Tomorrow, when this shell awakens, blood will drip from these hands as they write your epitaph.



War then Marius. War it shall be. ;)



Lily



I read your little threats and one thing comes to mind Ms. Alilyanna......Take your rest, for your going to need it....

Orn ol start xuil natha dosman sanwttdd?..guu'lac ol, dos jal'yur aslu nindel. Gumash ol tlu natha sune guta?.... Naut likely, dos inbal jal'yur aslu nindel ichl. Mayoe natha sel'tur ssivah sayin' vendui? Usstan highly guu'lac nindel, dos inbal nym'uerus nindel mzild t'yin h'uena. Mayoe ol's natha startling grab dal rathrea, forcefully luthk ulu l' floor, dosst rahi brushed aside dosst rinteith zhah engulfed xuil velkyn olath rahi. Natha orbdrin? Rahkri'shuu? Vel'bol orn dos xun? Ul'nusst? Nau dos orn naut tlu izil ulu morfeth natha ul'trin...ajak l' rahi bauth dosst rinteith? Dosst shirt, ripped tir, exposing dosst bra...orn ol remain? Zhah ol ripped dal dosst mamulen revealing dos?? Vel'bol ph' dos wearing? Zhah ol rescho ulu drewst byr in'loilen d' clothing? Shlu'ta dos struggle qua'laen l' yorn kostith dos harl? Dos h'ros plynn jala mzild. L' suut wun dosst gut orn naut sevir lu' dosst mem satiira 'zil ka ol zhah digesting oltan. Dos satiir s'ck, guilty....xor, xun dos satiir used? Inbau used ulu ol whol F'sarn naut tangis' veir ulu owning dos lotha ligrr.

Dos shlu'ta lar doeb, dos shlu'ta lar uns'aa natha fa'la zatoast...a jal mii'n...p'wal nindol fa'la zatoast zhah bauth ulu abuse l' ditronw d' passage stath inbal tlus granted.



TBC.....

Ji dos brorn? Dos brorn vel'bol wiles inbal tlus spoken. Dos wanna zhaun, dos yearn ulu kampi'un folbol Usstan zhal naut, a nindol draeval reveal. Inbau used ulu ol ligrr!! F'sarn natha jabbuk, natha baut'wael nindel uriu studied whol drasven, ulu kampi'un nindol ability Usstan inbal. T'yin 'sohna... Lily ka dos talinth medose, udos inbal spoken d' nindol ves subject p'los, mzild t'yin h'uena. Nindol draeval Usstan z'klaen admit, zhahus slightly endar. Ol zhahus natha reminder d' vel'bol Usstan ssiggrin, vel'bol Usstan felt lu' vel'bol Usstan xal inbal ssinssrinil. Draeval orn bare jal...hopefully, ji orn dos....

So you think your friend is all talk....well like the attacks of Troy, The Sarmation army and other attacks not seen coming this will be the same way. I'm sure he thought of it that night but also thought it was expected. So expect the unexpected......





You've been warned....