Why your hands feel warm ...

Why your hands feel warm ...

Spontaneous idea, crazy processing, you can see the result here:

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Be free ...
One day I'll be free ...

The car shook, trembled ... let her body sway with it in the gentle movements, caused solely by the stony ground of the vehicle.

My chains will fade, darling. I know.

He tried to grab her, to feel the empty space he believed to be her skin. Slowly, gently, his fingertips touched every little black hair of her sunken head. His blue eyes reflected her sight ... yes, her flawless sight.

[i]My threat is not weakening, nor will it ever cease to guide me. I will find you.

A careless touch, a glimpse into his hurt face and he began to hear her screams.

[i]With every hit they hit you too.

Her warm hands, on the surface of which he knew every inconspicuous groove, touched her thighs in a moment of shock. They were tied up, he could see it. She was hit, he could feel it.

What if death is our only key? My body is not suitable for freedom, I need your soul.

Blood ... red, nauseating blood, but the origin of this liquid ennobled its substance. Slowly it covered the skin caressed by the sun, wrapped around her chest, up to her legs. Exactly where he had once gently touched her.

[i]I promised you. Even without their respect, my oath is binding.

"My Pharaoh."
The servant bowed. The gesture was nimble and listless, without a contour, with a lack of respect. She disappeared in no detail under the mask of the monotonous that had raised his life. Most likely to have fun with him, but not to free him.
“Saroth is here, the new priest of the staff. I made him wait, but he is impatient. "
Seth nodded with the same dedication his servant had shown him. Her warmth left every one of his tense muscles; he knew where she was now.
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Hope you guys aren't too confused now and found out who they are.

Greetings, Ashley