The scared ones gave the nozzles of their guns a kiss, the angry ones…” He shook his head, closing his eyes. ass porn “I have you now, my fiery little pet.”
Lysander felt as if he were floating, voices heard, but not fully registered seemed to pass him by, each less significant as the last. “They w-were freed in the end…” His pulled his knees to his chest as hot tears rolled down his face. Lysander wordlessly crawled from his dog bed on the floor and came to stand before the intoxicated batarian, pulling off his own tunic and shucking his pants. Lysander rolled on his side, tears falling from his shut eyes. He closed his eyes and made himself think of his family’s faces. Shamul the batarian pirate and his self-proclaimed owner shambled into the bedroom they shared, drunkenly victorious from pillage, beckoning his pet for a taste. Lysander grabbed at the air and uttered a strangled cry when Shamul entered him. The angry ones decided we couldn’t free dead slaves.” Lysander felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water on him.
