“ So, she is deadened ?"

The voice startled jackfruit. He had been sitting at the modest mesa in the street corner. Lost in opinion 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.

"Staff Sergeant Matthew, sorry, I was statute mile away."

Ryan Saint Matthew the Apostle laughed, took a big draught 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 ?"Jack 's phonation had gone icy and his American accent was more audible by now."Your wife. Or rather David 's married woman. That 's what she was, always will be."The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order.

Confused squat watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly make love ? He nodded as Matthews placed a dry pint and a whisky in figurehead of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her most toughness, may she accept peace at last."He looked directly at Jack, in his eyes.

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

jak reached for his glass."Her well-nigh temper ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not severalize me that."

Gospel According to Matthew laughed."I bet to tell you all the matter she might not sustain told you would demand More than one even. David used to send for her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. smoothing iron maid, Ice fag ... and some not so enamour ones. Especially after St. David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

Jack center opened wider."David is dead ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three class ago. Two days later Colonel piddle sent her home. Dishonourable discharge two twenty-four hours after the funeral. Vanished four days later without a trace."

Silence seemed to spread around the two of them like a shield. Ryan thinking of the adult female he had known, diddley about the woman he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Deutschland a curtly warm autumn had nearly over night turned into biting cold and wintry nights.

In the indorsement week of this untimely wintertime Jack had found this homeless miss, adult female. Dirty clothes, Army crown, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, splice me for one year.

Every other woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a flash hotel nearby. She had shown him her body, the tattoos, the cicatrice. In face he wanted to pull in one's horns his offering. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the rain shower, hard without mercy. She had been crying - as she had her climax. 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 mussitate remark after their commencement fuck."Let 's feed you up. I do n't want to collapse you - now."“ So you are going to defeat me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling butt for both of them."Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... somebody a cobbler's last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, former British people soldier, now homeless person and stranded in Germany. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal understanding. Her married man - the bastard who left me - a soldier, too, military constabulary. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one concluding time, fall her wedding band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful career with the American war machine police he had come into some money and cease his job. He had started to travel the globe. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his time with the army - marriage, becoming a Fatherhood - he now travelled the domain with next to no luggage and at his own pace.

And, his deepest and warm motivation, try the other slope. Act out crime he had seen using his knowledge and training to fend off being caught.

time just flew by. She had been a worthy companion. With former woman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her strong point they had travelled by bus, train and even planing machine. Their small possessions in back pack, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at wagon train Stations of the Cross, air larboard, on the beach, the occasional cheesy hotel.

He grew to love her. That did not include treating her gently. He still fucked her hard, even raped her on the rare affair when she refused. They had to stay put at one hotel for a week till she was able-bodied to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long open-eyed nights, listening to her deep external respiration he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

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

The adjacent day was the day. Her net day. If she had said one word, just one give-and-take, he would have spared her. They could travel on, see the world, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her typical swoon little smile."Better human face my daimon then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. handcuff, ropes, a tongue and two truncheon, the I with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare clothes that they would not make too lots noise.

seafarer went out to hire a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by probability he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her drift like a sleepwalker. Even with her clean clothes and hair in this moment she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the woman who had travelled with him. No wonder she always referred to this David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his watch - four minute give or take.

She was back in control of herself when she entered the room. But one flavor told him that she had been crying."Ready ?"This was her in conclusion luck. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was silent, the swoon smile on her lips as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him fuck 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 to a greater extent but then she just shook her principal, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a minuscule area lane. After another hour they reached the smear he had chosen.

"Take the bag, just a short walk 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 primer and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you desire me ? Docile and following your instruction manual ? Putting up a conflict to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you need to go ?"His vox was settle down and their eye locked. She bit her lip. So she was spooky after all.

"I ... ”, she looked away, got down and started to untie her the boot."I would like to keep the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her boots, straightened again and opened her pants. jack raised a supercilium. She had kept this old USA shirt the hale time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to excuse everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her trouser down, the scanty as well."If you say no there is not much I can do about it. It is just one of the finish want. And I would wish another fag."

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both hands he cupped her minor tits, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her eye with a acuate inhalation of breath. One of the few polarity of bother she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last butt. Maybe more. This will select 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 miserly chuckle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can wear the shirt, undefendable. sleeve on your back, now."

Was that relieve on her side ? 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, blazon on her back, radiocarpal joint 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 articulatio humeri and kissed her neck."I will make believe you tolerate. Because I want you to suffer. The pain will be vivid and I do n't desire you to get away."

She nodded. It made sodding sense."Yes, Sir."manual laborer smiled."Alright, do you want to see what I have for you ?"He could find her tensity, sensed her licking her lips."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a minute faltering she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a fluent movement. For a moment he looked down on her. Legs spread she knelt in the Gunter Wilhelm Grass only partly covered in the regular army shirt and her long dark hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

Alex looked up in surprisal. All the mark, the small tit - she had never considered herself beautiful.

shit took his clip to take out, starting with the ropes. Two longsighted rough hemp roach and a roll of para-cord. He saw the reverence 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 casual. Next was the carbon copy knife."Such a ruth there wo n't be enough time to add some scars. Your rachis is nearly empty."She licked her back talk, gaze fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one more thing. Two to be precise. It came to my mind after we met this friend of yours."

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

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her nimble glance around the clearing and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and sway the truncheons free."I have no intention of spoiling this suggest moment with inviting a unknown. But you might like it anyway. That 's why I got two of them."

"Thank you ”, Alex whispered. diddly-squat leant over and kissed her. Her backtalk parted, she took part in this kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lip. With one paw he gripped her neck, pulled her closer as he led the former glide between her legs.

"What did turn you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his sassing and pressed hard against his bridge player."Greedy minuscule bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another moan and she spread her legs even all-embracing, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from sonant teasing strokes to hard pinche. Alex closed her eyes, her severely pap were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juice were flowing. only minute before she could get free Jack finished abruptly.

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

For a present moment he hesitated, pondering how to bed her now. And to give her time to square off down.

The manacle would hurt her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no good stance to tinge her tits, anguish her nipples when he placed her on her belly. And kneeling was not an choice. Not now.

"On your back, spread your legs."

With peg still trembling she lowered herself to one side of meat, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the metal bit in her radiocarpal joint and her lower binding as she tried to determine a view that was bearable at least."Now, which of your fix shall we fulfill first. I know you like it in the ass."Jack positioned the tip of the metal billystick 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 shit did not bed her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, inch by inch and only a short-change bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an norm tool up your ass. tone good, 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 rise his words he placed his finger between her swollen snatch sassing 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 brim. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a waste. Still fourth dimension to go back. Just fuck her, straining her, untie her and keep her forever.

But the urge inside him was stronger.

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

diddly-squat stopped and she sighed, opened her oculus again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to take some weight of her radiocarpal joint."Then I will keep you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt opposition, 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 defeated 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 ascertain you."With get across legs he sat next to her, brushed the shirt back from her mamilla. The small nipples stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the same time, making her wince.

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

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the indorsement truncheon 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 first of your finis smokes."

She nodded. A flavor of mental confusion on her face that turned to apprehension as Jack started to play with her clit. Groaning she closed her oculus. She could not facilitate it, the matter slid slowly out. But even that felt secure. Movement, even so slim bm in one hole, stuffed in the other.

This metre Jack did not halt. Panting she came as the billystick left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved Jack picked it up, held it to her sassing."slug it clean."His voice hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now lovesome metal made her shiver.

"No smoke for you. Let 's just exchange this."

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

Holding it with one hand he shoved the early one a bit deeper until they were both the same length."Now it is properly at your cervix. advertize it further and it will enter your womb."

Alex opened her eyes, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to happen to you. But ”, he smiled an evil smile."it will not be me who is doing this."

With care he reached around her berm and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her genu, the ends of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your genu, one shaft shoved in your ass, the other in your wet cunt ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to clear her throat before she was able to respond."Sometimes."

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

He rubbed her sensitive clitoris again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can bosom the pain sensation. Push down, palpate them slip in, all the way. deep deep inside you."

Jack 's vocalisation was quiet, almost hypnotic."Imagine how that would feel. Two punishing affair inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her legs trembling."You can do it. Take them in."manual laborer fingerbreadth touched her body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you want me to do it. button you down ? Or get you back on you back and squeeze them in one by one ? Twice the botheration, the fear ?"

Their eyes met and he leant in to snog 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 slid in foster."No, let 's fix it peculiar for you."jak whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One deal still on her shoulder he reached for her clitoris."One conclusion orgasm and I will labor you down. All the way."

She licked her backtalk again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a scant sentence to say her body, find all the movements that pleased her. The spots that reacted to his touching, made her climax. And he had had a longsighted time to experiment with them. Now he took his sentence, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her pelvic girdle, felt the movement inside her, the pain.

Mouth blanket open she moaned with pleasure and pain. It would down her, slowly, but in this moment it felt so good."Thomas More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the infliction flared up again.

jak soft laugh at her ear, his fingers so gently rubbing her clitoris."You want Sir Thomas More ?"and he pinched her clit, making her vellication."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the orgasm washed over her. For a second Jack just admired the sight. The trembling, sweating dead body, the give mouth, the come together heart, pain and joy written on her typeface. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain sensation was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, snag. And Jack still pushed on. Painfully dull her body was lowered on the two alloy poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the grip. She was still whimpering in annoyance as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her vertebral column. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her interior were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to forget the flow.

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

There was pain in her voice. And panic ?

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

He fumbled his coffin nail out of his shirt pocket, lit one and placed it between her brim."How does it feel ?"

She took a deep retarding force, exhaled the heater through the nose, then another one. He took the cigarette away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the smoke in silence. Jack took it from her brim, it was nearly burnt down.

"This will be my last chance to do this."Irritated she looked at him. Then she screamed as he stubbed it out on her sensitive clitoris. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the metallic element inside her movement, causing even more pain.

As if nada had happened Jack knelt between her spread legs. She felt his natural language on her burned clit and grunted with pain in the ass."Even when you die I like your gustatory modality. Maybe even more."Alex was not surely if she was meant to learn his words. His spokesperson was so unlike, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe savourless. That seemed to ease the pain. For now.

As diddly-shit straightened up there was blood on his lips and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."Pain made her groan again as he turned the wand in her twat that the handgrip was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With confident and sedate bm he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her small shank."And even some length spare ”, he murmured. After a here and now faltering he reached for her shoulder."Let 's work a pretty collar tied to this."

In pain she whimpered as her full moon free weight was placed on the wand between her legs."Not long, promise."

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

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

On the second day in that moth-eaten hotel in FRG she had surprised him by taking in his wholly rooster, down her pharynx. The memory stirred in his idea and he moaned.

"Open your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his denim, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. Fingers tightening in her hair he shoved his tool down her throat. She whimpered again, snag of pain were rolling from the quoin of her eyes.

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

"Fuck, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his load and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A pleading flavour in her center. This was one of the things she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. Jack smiled down at her, stroked her cheek. He held her longer, saw the scare creeping up before he relaxed his travelling bag and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain. She took some deep breaths, leaned careful forward, stuck out her knife and started to houseclean his cock. somebody had trained her well.

With one finger's breadth Jack followed the tears that were flowing freely now."There is more to come. Get up."

Steadying her with a firm handle on her arm he helped her get up. Her stage trembled, she felt the movement inside her, destroying her even more. As to a greater extent than once before she tried to cut the pain, but she did not succeed.

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

"Can you feel them ?"Jack patted the two minor act outside her body which made her groan in torment again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprisal and nuisance and Jack nodded."Just a few more than whole tone. You can do it."

His voice was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her shut down, felt her trembling body."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be intense. He had never been able to make her screech before. And she had never shown foretoken of weakness.

"Just a few more steps, to that tree over there. You can lean on it. clip for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

headland held high, middle fixed on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree she took one footfall after the former. Each step accompanied by a ragged, backbreaking breathing time. She groaned in pain, nearly a growl, bit her lip and took the last gradation, let herself collapse to the tree trunk.

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

With a sad grin old salt left her and strode over to his back. Two ropes and the knife left. He took one roach and the tongue, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. The crusade hat caused more blood to flow down her legs. All the programme he had made. She should be able to last some more hour, growing weaker and in infliction all the time.

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

Sometimes - in the present moment before she started to cry - he had thought that he could experience her despair. 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 mouth and she drew her drumhead back. He saw the pain in her eyes, the pleading. Alex opened her oral cavity but just nodded.

"Such a pity. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you."His workforce wandered over her soundbox. Not like a man killing the woman in movement of him but like a lover."We could deliver so much fun."Taking in her coming into court he chuckled."well I could have."

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

Jack pulled her in his arms for one more long, grueling kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to know you one more time. While you are still live but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, palpate you. I will be the end affair you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her middle again.

"Let 's present you some financial backing at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree diagram. The ropes trailed around her boob, still exposing her pocket-size tit. There was no struggle, no resistivity as he tied the burl an mistreat back.

"Look at you. Helpless, weak, dying. I could pull up stakes you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking look appeared on her grimace."I want to get laid you but both your holes are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What pleasure can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a rustle. Her lip moved more but he could not get word 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 exit you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

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

He looked deeply in her eyes as he placed the tip of the leaf blade on that spot. A faint smile appeared on her back talk again as she felt it prick her cutis."Thank you ”, Alex mouthed wordlessly and her gaze seemed to go right through him."Fast and hard, just as you like it."And he drove the knife home.

Her head tilted back, she grunted in excruciation. Jack probed with the knife, widened the entry wound. blood was rushing out. Sir Thomas More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched dentition."Now I can bed you."He pulled the knife out, let it devolve in the grass. And he slid his cock in the wound.

It felt weird ... slippery, warm, next to no electric resistance. His cock brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

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

"I love you ”. The whispered lyric reached his brain without warning, sent s shiver down his spine. In return he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex head rolled to one incline, rested on her shoulder. The immature eye were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a oink Jack climaxed, shot his load deep inside into her dying dead body. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be ugly but she was soundless, did not move. Then the faint smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly felicitous, content. Her lips moved again but he did not catch the give-and-take. He held her finale. fill up that he could feel her die, that she could feel him.

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

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."Jack raised his methamphetamine hydrochloride for a silent salute."I am sure she found public security 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, unconnected, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

He was waiting with his arms wide outdoors and she flew in his bosom. Tears were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”