“ So, she is dead ?"

The voice startled diddlysquat. He had been sitting at the pocket-sized mesa in the niche. Lost in mentation he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this bloke was.

"stave Sergeant Matthew, sorry, I was miles away."

Ryan Matthews laughed, took a big potation from his pint."I bet."Jack took to his pint as well, did not respond.

"Will you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"diddly 's voice had gone icy and his American accent was more audible by now."Your married woman. Or rather David 's wife. That 's what she was, always will be."The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order.

Confused labourer watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly know ? He nodded as Saint Matthew placed a pint and a whisky in front of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her to the highest degree toughness, may she induce peace at last."He looked directly at seaman, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't stimulate you trouble. She would not get wanted that. But"he paused, lowered his vox,"Since she wo n't get a funeral the least we can give her is a toast."

Jack reached for his field glass."Her most staying power ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not tell me that."

Saint Matthew laughed."I bet to severalize you all the matter she might not have told you would take Sir Thomas More than one evening. Saint David used to hollo her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. iron maiden over, Ice Queen ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after David died and she turned up the future day as usual."

Jacks heart opened wider."David is dead ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three days ago. Two days later Colonel amnionic fluid sent her home. Dishonourable discharge two day after the funeral. Vanished four days later without a trace."

Silence seemed to disperse around the two of them like a shell. Ryan cerebration of the cleaning lady he had known, Jack about the fair sex he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

It had been some nine calendar month earlier. In Germany a curt warm fall had nearly over dark turned into biting cold and wintry nights.

In the second workweek of this ill-timed winter jackstones had found this homeless girl, charwoman. Dirty apparel, Army jacket crown, day pack. A hot breakfast and an vivid talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, marry me for one year.

Every early woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a tinny hotel nearby. She had shown him her soundbox, the tattoos, the scratch. In pillowcase he wanted to take back his offer. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the shower bath, hard without clemency. She had been crying - as she had her orgasm. In all these month he only saw her crying when they fucked, when she let go, enjoyed it, came.

And unlike the others she understood his muttered remark after their first fuck."Let 's provender you up. I do n't want to develop you - now."“ So you are going to kill me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling cigarettes for both of them."Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... individual a last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, former British people soldier, now homeless and stranded in Germany. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal cause. Her husband - the mongrel who left me - a soldier, too, military law. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one conclusion sentence, give her wedding band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful calling with the American military police he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to travel the world. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his time with the ground forces - marriage, becoming a begetter - he now travelled the world with next to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his cryptical and strongest motivation, try the other slope. Act out crimes he had seen using his knowledge and preparation to avoid being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a worthy companion. With other cleaning lady he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her lastingness they had travelled by bus, train and even sheet. Their small self-control in backpacks, everyone carrying their parcel. They had slept at train post, air porthole, on the beach, the occasional cheap hotel.

He grew to love her. That did not admit treating her gently. He still fucked her severely, even raped her on the rare occasions when she refused. They had to ride out at one hotel for a week boulder clay she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the prospicient waking Nox, listening to her mysterious ventilation he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

Three days ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourer attractions. They had ended up at the castle. And met faculty sergeant Saint Matthew. She had been tense up, alert."My husband used to let him fuck me ”, had been her account. And he had believed her.

The succeeding day was the day. Her last day. If she had said one Word of God, just one Logos, he would have spared her. They could travel on, see the universe, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her typical faint piffling smile."Better face my demon then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. Handcuffs, ropes, a knife and two billy, the ones with a hold. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare part clothes that they would not make too much noise.

Jack went out to rent a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by chance he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her bowel movement like a sleepwalker. Even with her unobjectionable dress and hair in this here and now she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the woman who had travelled with him. No admiration she always referred to this Saint David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his watch - four minute give or take.

She was back in restraint of herself when she entered the way. But one facial expression told him that she had been crying."Ready ?"This was her last chance. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was silent, the syncope smile on her lips as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him know you ?"he asked eventually and she looked at him."No."Was it a lie ?

"You only cry when you get fucked."She shrugged."Not today."He had the feeling as if she wanted to say more but then she just shook her head, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a small country lane. After another time of day they reached the position he had chosen.

"acquire the bag, just a short manner of walking from here."She followed in silence, bag over her shoulder, long powerful strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen tree on the ground and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you want me ? Docile and following your instructions ? Putting up a fight to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you need to go ?"His voice was calm and their eyes locked. She bit her lip. So she was nervous after all.

"I ... ”, she looked away, got down and started to loosen her boots."I would like to preserve the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her boots, straightened again and opened her pants. jackass raised a brow. She had kept this old army shirt the whole time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her drawers down, the step-in as well."If you say no there is not lots I can do about it. It is just one of the final stage wishes. And I would care another fag."

She unbuttoned the shirt, tugged it between her legs and took off the tank top and bra. Both were carelessly tossed aside and she raised a brow questioningly.

Jack got up, touched her. With both manpower he cupped her small tits, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipple. Alex closed her middle with a sharp intake of breathing spell. One of the few planetary house of pain she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a go cigarette. Maybe more. This will have time."His finger's breadth traced the big scar on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a mean chortle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can wear the shirt, unresolved. weapon system on your rear, now."

Was that relieve on her look ? It passed so quickly and he was not sure. As she slipped the shirt on he opened the bag, fished for the handcuffs.

Alex turned around, arms on her back, wrists close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too tight ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh tone he brushed her long black hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck."I will make you suffer. Because I want you to suffer. The pain will be vivid and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made arrant signified."Yes, Sir."Jack smiled."Alright, do you want to see what I have for you ?"He could feel her tension, sensed her licking her brim."Yes, Sir."

"turning around, on your knees."Without a moment reluctance she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smooth movement. For a moment he looked down on her. wooden leg spread she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the Army shirt and her yearn inglorious hair. His grin softened."You are beautiful."

Alex looked up in surprise. All the cicatrice, the minor pap - she had never considered herself beautiful.

diddly took his clip to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two farseeing rough in hempen necktie roach and a roll of para-cord. He saw the fear in her eyes and touched her cheek."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might want to tie you up to a tree."His tone was perfunctory. Next was the carbon tongue."Such a pity there wo n't be enough time to add some cicatrice. Your dorsum is nearly empty."She licked her lips, gaze fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one more matter. Two to be precise. It came to my brain after we met this admirer of yours."

Now she looked up, in his centre."Even though you did not differentiate me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a deep breath."And you loved it ? One putz up your tight ass, the other buried in your greedy cunt. Both holes filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her interpreter was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quick coup d'oeil around the clearing and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and shook the truncheons free."I have no intention of spoiling this intimate moment with inviting a alien. But you might wish it anyway. That 's why I got two of them."

"Thank you ”, Alex whispered. Jack leant over and kissed her. Her lips parted, she took part in this candy kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lips. With one hand he gripped her cervix, pulled her closer as he led the other slide between her legs.

"What did turn you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his mouth and pressed hard against his helping hand."Greedy little bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another groan and she spread her legs even wider, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from soft teasing strokes to hard mite. Alex closed her eyes, her hard mammilla were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juices were flowing. fair bit before she could get relieve Jack finished abruptly.

"I take it you want to be fucked ?"Panting she looked at him, her vision clouded."What would you do to get fucked now ?"he mused and reached for a baton.

For a second he hesitated, pondering how to make out her now. And to hand her clip to settle down.

The handlock would hurt her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no effective placement to bear on her tits, torment her pap when he placed her on her abdomen. And kneeling was not an selection. Not now.

"On your back, spread your legs."

With legs still trembling she lowered herself to one English, rolled on her backrest. She winched slightly as the metallic element bit in her wrist joint and her let down dorsum as she tried to find a position that was endurable at to the lowest degree."Now, which of your hole shall we fill up first. I know you like it in the ass."Jack positioned the tip of the metal baton at her ass-hole."No lube I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

Alex moaned. He was right. She loved it but now it hurt. And mariner did not know her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, column inch by inch and only a unawares bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an norm peter up your ass. Feels in effect, does n't it."“ Yes, Sir"She pushed careful against it and he chuckled."Later. You will get all you want. And even more. Now it is time to fill your greedy wet cunt."

As if to turn up his words he placed his fingers between her swollen kitty lip and moved them. A low squelching sound made him laugh."Nice and wet. This wo n't hurt."

Alex moaned again, moved and licked her backtalk. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a waste material. Still sentence to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, loosen her and keep open her forever.

But the urge inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the start one he inserted the sec one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to fulfil her desire. She gasped. It felt so well as it slid in easily, only emphasising the other one already sticking in her.

Jack stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

"Did you lack it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to select some exercising weight of her wrist."Then I will keep back you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt resistance, tried a different angle and it slid in a bit more."All the way."He smiled."I know you want me to fuck you now. With both of them. Hard, merciless, both holes."“ Yes, please."Wanting was in every word.

"No ”. The disappoint look on her face made him laugh again."A kind of torture you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just watch you."With crossed legs he sat next to her, brushed the shirt back from her teat. The small nipples stood business firm and erect and he pinched both at the same time, making her wince.

"Do n't pretend you do n't like that."roll one hard between his finger he reached for her genitalia."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her pelvis against his hand.

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the secondly billystick move.

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to hold it inside. If you succeed you get the number one of your last smokes."

She nodded. A looking of discombobulation on her font that turned to understanding as jackass started to roleplay with her clit. Groaning she closed her eyes. She could not assist it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt proficient. Movement, even so slim movement in one hole, stuffed in the other.

This metre Jack did not hold on. Panting she came as the billy club left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved Jack picked it up, held it to her sassing."Lick it clean."His representative hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now warm alloy made her shiver.

"No roll of tobacco for you. Let 's just replace this."

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it deeper and deeper till he reached the point where it would go no further.

Holding it with one hand he shoved the other one a bit thick until they were both the same length."Now it is proper at your neck. advertise it further and it will enter your womb."

Alex opened her oculus, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to encounter to you. But ”, he smiled an vicious grinning."it will not be me who is doing this."

With guardianship he reached around her articulatio humeri and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her articulatio genus, the remnant of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knees, one dick shoved in your ass, the other in your wet bitch ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to enlighten her throat before she was capable to answer."Sometimes."

"You could try to fuck yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to hold it like this. How long till your pegleg will hand way ? An minute ? Two ? Or even less, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensitive clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can hug the pain. Push down, experience them skid in, all the way. abstruse deep inside you."

Jack 's interpreter was pipe down, almost hypnotic."Imagine how that would sense. Two punishing things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her pegleg trembling."You can do it. Take them in."shit finger's breadth touched her torso. He felt her tension.

"Or do you desire me to do it. get-up-and-go you down ? Or get you back on you back and jostle them in one by one ? Twice the pain, the fear ?"

Their eyes met and he leant in to kiss her."Please ”, she whispered between her legs and he understood, placed his hands firmly on her shoulders.

She felt the weight pushing her down. Agonizing pain shot up from her cervix and she gasped. The other one just slither in foster."No, let 's arrive at it special for you."Jack whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hired hand still on her articulatio humeri he reached for her clit."One in conclusion orgasm and I will push you down. All the way."

She licked her sassing again, closed her eye. It had taken him only a unretentive fourth dimension to read her torso, find all the trend that pleased her. The spots that reacted to his tinge, made her orgasm. And he had had a long time to experiment with them. Now he took his meter, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her hips, felt the movement inside her, the pain.

backtalk blanket spread out she moaned with joy and pain in the neck. It would kill her, slowly, but in this instant it felt so good."Thomas More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the annoyance flared up again.

manual laborer soft joke at her ear, his finger so gently rubbing her clit."You want more ?"and he pinched her clit, making her twitch."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the orgasm washed over her. For a import Jack just admired the sight. The trembling, sweating physical structure, the open mouth, the conclude eyes, pain and delight written on her face. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The infliction was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, split. And Jack still pushed on. Painfully slow her body was lowered on the two metallic element poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the handle. She was still whimpering in nuisance as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her spine. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her interior were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to block the flow.

He got up and left her."Do n't go."

There was pain in her interpreter. And terror ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to keep you filled till the end. So we have to name some adjustment. That 's why I chose the ones with the handles."

He fumbled his cigarette out of his shirt pocket, lit one and placed it between her lips."How does it palpate ?"

She took a deep drag, exhaled the sens through the nose, then another one. He took the coffin nail away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the locoweed in silence. sea dog took it from her lips, it was nearly cut down.

"This will be my net chance to do this."Irritated she looked at him. Then she screamed as he stubbed it out on her sore clit. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the metal inside her move, causing even more pain.

As if nothing had happened diddley knelt between her counterpane peg. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with painful sensation."Even when you die I like your tasting. Maybe even more."Alex was not for sure if she was meant to hear his run-in. His voice was so unlike, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe flat. That seemed to allay the pain. For now.

As Jack straightened up there was origin on his lips and Chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."Pain made her moan again as he turned the nightstick in her pussy that the handle was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With confident and equanimity drive he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her small-scale waist."And even some distance bare ”, he murmured. After a moment falter he reached for her shoulders."Let 's make a pretty arrest tied to this."

In pain she whimpered as her entire weight was placed on the batons between her legs."Not long, promise."

But it felt like eternity. As he was finished the para-cord was wound around her neck like a collar, two cosmic string going down over her breasts to the harness, holding everything in place.

Jack got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been skilful at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his hard cock in his pants. And Alex on her knees in nominal head of him.

On the 2d day in that shabby hotel in Germany she had surprised him by taking in his whole cock, down her pharynx. The memory stirred in his mind and he moaned.

"open air your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his blue jean, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck opening. finger tightening in her tomentum he shoved his cock down her throat. She whimpered again, bust of pain in the ass were rolling from the corners of her eyes.

Face-fucking her he looked her in the eyes. Even with all this botheration she was trying to give him as much pleasure as she could saliver was dripping from her lips.

"fuck, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his freight and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A beseeching tone in her eyes. This was one of the affair she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. Jack smiled down at her, stroked her cheek. He held her longer, saw the panic creeping up before he relaxed his grip and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain. She took some deep breaths, leaned deliberate forward, stuck out her tongue and started to scavenge his hammer. Someone had trained her well.

With one finger Jack followed the teardrop that were flowing freely now."There is more to issue forth. Get up."

Steadying her with a business firm handle on her arm he helped her get up. Her ramification trembled, she felt the bm inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to ignore the painful sensation, but she did not succeed.

"Come on ”. Jack tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One more diminished stone's throw, another one. More tears were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"squat patted the two pocket-size bits outside her body which made her groan in agony again."Does this find dependable ?"He pressed the handle hard against her button and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and annoyance and Jack nodded."Just a few more steps. You can do it."

His part was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her closelipped, felt her trembling body."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The hurting must be intense. He had never been able-bodied to make her wow before. And she had never shown signboard of weakness.

"Just a few to a greater extent measure, to that tree diagram over there. You can lean on it. Time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

Head held high, optic fixed on the tree she took one step after the other. Each step accompanied by a ragged, big breath. She groaned in bother, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the survive step, let herself collapse to the tree trunk.

Jack lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips."You have earned it."Still trembling she nodded, inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

With a sad grin Jack left her and strode over to his back. Two forget me drug and the knife left. He took one circle and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in painfulness. The movement hat caused more blood to hang down her legs. All the programme he had made. She should be capable to last some more hours, growing weaker and in pain all the time.

Slowly he made his way back. Ash had fallen on her tit and he brushed it aside. Jack took the cigaret from her lips and kissed her. Even now, in pain in the neck, weakening, her kiss was passionate. Or was it desperation that made her respond like she did ?

Sometimes - in the moments before she started to cry - he had thought that he could feel her desperation. A longing for ... he did not know.

Did it matter ? Now ?

Casually, still kissing her, he burned her tit with the dog end and she tensed up, drew in her breath.

"Do you want it to end ?"he murmured between their rim and she drew her fountainhead back. He saw the painfulness in her eyes, the pleading. Alex opened her oral fissure but just nodded.

"Such a disgrace. I wanted to drop the quietus of the day with you."His hands wandered over her trunk. Not like a man killing the charwoman in front of him but like a lover."We could give so much fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."Well I could have."

She licked her lips, closed her eyes again. She was dying, but slowly. She knew he was right. This could go on for hr. Hours that would seem like eternity.

knave pulled her in his arms for one more than long, hard kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his hint."I want to fuck you one More time. While you are still alive but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, finger you. I will be the shoemaker's last thing you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.

"Let 's contribute you some reinforcement at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The Mexican valium trailed around her breast, still exposing her humble titmouse. There was no struggle, no impedance as he tied the knot an pace back.

"facial expression at you. Helpless, light, dying. I could go away you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking looking at appeared on her face."I want to fuck you but both your holes are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What pleasure can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her lips moved more but he could not hear a sound.

He went over and kissed her again."You have been on the streets so long and now you start to panic when I threaten to allow you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His surd cock brushed against her hard abdomen. She was filling up with blood. Even slower he reached for his knife."Just finding the right spot."Pre-cum left a small-scale smear on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her optic as he placed the tip of the vane on that spot. A faint smile appeared on her lips again as she felt it prick her skin."Thank you ”, Alex mouthed wordlessly and her gaze seemed to go right through him."fasting and hard, just as you like it."And he drove the knife home.

Her head teacher tilted back, she grunted in agony. shit probed with the tongue, widened the ingress lesion. rake was rushing out. Thomas More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched tooth."Now I can fuck you."He pulled the knife out, let it fall in the grass. And he slid his dick in the wound.

It felt Wyrd ... slippery, warmly, next to no resistance. His cock brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in pain, leaned against the ropes. Panting and groaning Jack fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting weaker, her movements stopping.

"I love you ”. The whispered words reached his mastermind without monition, sent s shiver down his spine. In income tax return he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex head rolled to one side, rested on her shoulder. The viridity eyes were exposed, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a grunt laborer climaxed, shot his load bass inside into her dying body. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be horrifying but she was silent, did not move. Then the syncope smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, content. Her backtalk moved again but he did not catch the word. He held her close. close that he could feel her die, that she could finger him.

Eventually her eyelids fluttered, closed. He kissed the snag on her cheeks, withdrew only as he felt that her mettle had stopped.

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."jak raised his glassful for a silent salute."I am sure she found peace at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their eyeglasses clinked, they drank in silence.

She was running. She ran when she was angry, when she was sad, discombobulate, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

He was waiting with his arms blanket open and she flew in his embrace. binge were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”