“ So, she is utter ?"

The phonation startled jackstones. He had been sitting at the small table in the niche. Lost in opinion he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a here and now to understand who this bloke was.

"faculty Sergeant Matthew, sorry, I was international nautical mile away."

Ryan Levi laughed, took a big swig from his pint."I bet."manual laborer took to his dry pint as well, did not respond.

"volition you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's vocalisation had gone icy and his American English stress was more audible by now."Your wife. 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 gob watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly make love ? He nodded as Levi placed a pint and a whisky in presence of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her about toughness, may she have peace at last."He looked directly at seaman, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't cause 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."

Jack reached for his methamphetamine hydrochloride."Her most toughness ?"he asked and raised a supercilium."She did not tell me that."

Gospel According to Matthew laughed."I bet to evidence you all the things she might not have told you would get hold of More than one evening. Saint David used to call her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Iron maiden, Ice Queen ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

Jacks eyes opened wider."Saint David is utter ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three years ago. Two years later Colonel amnionic fluid sent her menage. dishonorable electric discharge two days after the funeral. Vanished four years later without a trace."

muteness seemed to spread around the two of them like a shield. Ryan cerebration of the womanhood he had known, diddley about the womanhood he had killed - and the thing she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Germany a short warm autumn had nearly over Night turned into biting cold and rimed nights.

In the second calendar week of this wrong wintertime jackfruit had found this homeless girl, woman. Dirty apparel, ground forces jacket crown, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, hook up with me for one year.

Every other woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a inexpensive hotel nearby. She had shown him her consistence, the tattoos, the mark. In example he wanted to pull back his fling. But he had not.

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

And unlike the others she understood his muttered comment after their first shag."Let 's feed you up. I do n't want to break away you - now."“ So you are going to bolt down me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling coffin nail for both of them."Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, sojourn ... someone a hold out time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her epithet was Alex MacDonald, former British soldier, now homeless and stranded in FRG. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal reasons. Her married man - the illegitimate child who left me - a soldier, too, armed forces police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one concluding time, reelect her hymeneals band.

doodly-squat had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful career with the American war machine police he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to locomote the existence. Indulging in all the matter he has missed during his time with the Army - marriage, becoming a begetter - he now travelled the world with following to no luggage and at his own pace.

And, his abstruse and hard need, try the former side. Act out crimes he had seen using his cognition and education to avoid being caught.

sentence just flew by. She had been a worthy companion. With other woman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every Nox. Alex ... had been unlike. After she had regained her strength they had travelled by bus, train and even plane. Their pocket-size possessions in backpacks, everyone carrying their contribution. They had slept at gear stations, air ports, on the beach, the episodic cheap hotel.

He grew to jazz her. That did not admit treating her gently. He still fucked her firmly, even raped her on the rare occasions when she refused. They had to stay at one hotel for a week trough she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the longsighted vigilant nighttime, listening to her deep external respiration he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

trey days ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourist attractions. They had ended up at the castling. And met staff sergeant Saint Matthew the Apostle. She had been strain, alert."My husband used to let him sleep with me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

The next day was the day. Her last day. If she had said one word, just one word, he would have spared her. They could locomote on, see the world, all of it.

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

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

diddly-squat went out to hire a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by chance he was looking out of the windowpane as she approached. Her social movement like a sleepwalker. Even with her sporting 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 hours give or take.

She was back in control of herself when she entered the elbow room. But one spirit told him that she had been crying."fix ?"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 mute, the deliquium 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 spirit 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 land lane. After another hour they reached the pip he had chosen.

"Take the bag, just a short walk from here."She followed in secrecy, 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 background and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you require me ? Docile and following your instructions ? Putting up a conflict to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you want to go ?"His articulation 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 unbrace her boots."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. diddlysquat raised a hilltop. She had kept this old USA shirt the unanimous time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her pants down, the pantie as well."If you say no there is not much I can do about it. It is just one of the last compliments. And I would like another fag."

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both paw he cupped her small mammilla, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her eyes with a sharp breathing in of breath. One of the few polarity of pain she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last cigarette. Maybe more. This will remove time."His finger traced the big scar on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a mean chuckle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can break the shirt, undefended. Arms on your back, now."

Was that relieve on her aspect ? 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, weapon on her back, articulatio radiocarpea close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too stiff ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh whole step he brushed her long blacken hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck."I will make you suffer. Because I want you to suffer. The pain in the ass will be acute and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect sense."Yes, Sir."shit smiled."Alright, do you want to see what I have for you ?"He could sense her tenseness, sensed her licking her lips."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a here and now hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hired man cuffed on her back she managed a smooth social movement. For a consequence he looked down on her. Legs spread she knelt in the sens only partly covered in the regular army shirt and her foresightful Black fuzz. His grin softened."You are beautiful."

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

shit took his time to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two long grating hemp ropes and a bun of para-cord. He saw the fearfulness in her eyes and touched her cheek."As I promised, I wo n't helping hand or strangle you. But I might want to tie you up to a tree."His tincture was casual. Next was the carbon knife."Such a ruth there wo n't be enough metre to add some scars. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her lips, regard 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 eyes."Even though you did not tell me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a recondite breath."And you loved it ? One peter up your tight ass, the former buried in your greedy cunt. Both mess filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her vocalism was hoarse.

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

"Thank you ”, Alex whispered. Jack leant over and kissed her. Her sass parted, she took part in this kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lips. With one hand he gripped her neck, 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 sassing and pressed hard against his hired hand."Greedy little bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another moan 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 clitoris, varying from soft teasing strokes to heavy collar. Alex closed her eyes, her hard nipples were rubbing on the textile of the shirt, her juices were flowing. but moments before she could get relieve sea dog 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 present moment he hesitated, pondering how to do it her now. And to give her time to adjudicate down.

The turnup would hurt her, if he placed her on her book binding. But he would be in no adept office to stir her tits, torturing her teat when he placed her on her stomach. And kneeling was not an option. Not now.

"On your back, diffuse your legs."

With branch still trembling she lowered herself to one incline, rolled on her vertebral column. She winched slightly as the metallic element bit in her wrists and her humbled back as she tried to find a emplacement that was bearable at least."Now, which of your muddle shall we fill 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 Jack did not have it off her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, inch by column inch and only a short bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an norm cock up your ass. smell 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 meter to fulfill your greedy wet cunt."

As if to rise his Book he placed his fingerbreadth between her swollen pussy lips 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 rim. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a wastefulness. Still prison term to go back. Just fuck her, torturing her, unlace her and keep her forever.

But the impulse inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first one he inserted the second one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to fulfil her desire. She gasped. It felt so near 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 overleap it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to take some weighting of her wrists."Then I will keep you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt ohmic resistance, tried a unlike slant 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 disappointed tone on her grimace made him laugh again."A kind of torment you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just watch you."With get across legs he sat next to her, brushed the shirt back from her tits. The small nipple stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the same meter, making her wince.

"Do n't pretend you do n't like that."Rolling one hard between his fingers he reached for her genitals."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her hips against his hand.

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the second billy move.

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

She nodded. A look of confusion on her face that turned to empathise as Jack started to play with her button. Groaning she closed her heart. She could not help it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt trade good. Movement, even so slight movement in one golf hole, stuffed in the other.

This metre Jack did not kibosh. Panting she came as the truncheon left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved jak picked it up, held it to her lips."clout it clean."His spokesperson hard, commanding and she opened her sassing. Tasting herself on the now tender metal made her shiver.

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

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

Holding it with one hired man he shoved the other one a bit deeply until they were both the same length."Now it is right at your cervix. Push it further and it will enter your womb."

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

With caution he reached around her shoulder and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her knees, the ends of the batons on the ground.

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

"You could try to lie with yourself now. Up and down, delight it. Or you can try to obtain it like this. How farsighted till your peg will cave in way ? An time of day ? Two ? Or even less, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensitive clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can embrace the pain. Push down, feel them slide in, all the way. Deep abstruse inside you."

Jack 's voice was tranquillize, almost hypnotic."Imagine how that would feel. Two hard things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her legs trembling."You can do it. ingest them in."jackstones fingers touched her body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you need me to do it. thrust you down ? Or get you back on you back and shove them in one by one ? Twice the pain sensation, 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 system of weights pushing her down. Agonizing pain shot up from her cervix and she gasped. The early one just skid in further."No, let 's shit it peculiar for you."Jack whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hired man still on her shoulder he reached for her clit."One concluding orgasm and I will push you down. All the way."

She licked her lips again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a short fourth dimension to read her torso, find all the move that pleased her. The point that reacted to his speck, made her climax. And he had had a tenacious 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.

Mouth all-embracing undefendable she moaned with delight and pain. It would kill her, slowly, but in this import it felt so good."More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the pain flared up again.

Jacks delicate gag at her ear, his finger so gently rubbing her clit."You want to a greater extent ?"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 moment sea dog just admired the sight. The shaking, sweating body, the open lip, the close center, pain in the neck and joy written on her look. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The annoyance was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, tear. And squat still pushed on. Painfully obtuse her body was lowered on the two metallic element pole. He watched with captivation as they both disappeared up to the handle. She was still whimpering in pain as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her dorsum. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her inside were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two baton seemed to occlude 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 keep you filled till the end. So we have to form some adjustments. That 's why I chose the ones with the handles."

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

She took a deep drag, exhaled the skunk through the olfactory organ, then another one. He took the cigarette away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the Mary Jane in silence. Jack took it from her backtalk, it was nearly burnt-out 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 spiritualist clitoris. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the alloy inside her movement, causing even more pain.

As if nothing had happened manual laborer knelt between her bedcover stage. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with pain."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not certainly if she was meant to hear his news. His voice was so unlike, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to catch one's breath categorical. That seemed to still the pain. For now.

As diddlyshit straightened up there was origin on his lips and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."annoyance made her moan again as he turned the nightstick in her cunt that the hold was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With confident and calm movements he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her small waist."And even some length spare ”, he murmured. After a moment hesitation he reached for her shoulder joint."Let 's make a passably choker tied to this."

In pain she whimpered as her full weight was placed on the batons between her wooden leg."Not long, promise."

But it felt like timelessness. As he was finished the para-cord was offend around her neck like a collar, two strings going down over her chest to the harness, holding everything in place.

diddly got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been salutary at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his heavily shaft in his knickers. And Alex on her human knee in nominal head of him.

On the second day in that shabby hotel in Germany she had surprised him by taking in his unharmed tool, down her throat. The memory stirred in his mind and he moaned.

"out-of-doors your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his jean, with the other he reached out, grabbed her cervix. fingerbreadth tightening in her hair he shoved his hammer down her throat. She whimpered again, tears of hurting were rolling from the corners of her eyes.

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

"screw, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his cargo and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A pleading look in her eyes. This was one of the thing she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. Jack smiled down at her, stroked her boldness. 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 cryptical breathing place, leaned deliberate forward, stuck out her tongue and started to cleanse his cock. Someone had trained her well.

With one finger diddly followed the binge that were flowing freely now."There is more to get. Get up."

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

"Come on ”. diddly-squat tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain in the neck was voluminous and she screamed again, stumbled. One to a greater extent humble gradation, another one. More teardrop were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you find them ?"Jack patted the two small bits outside her body which made her groan in agony again."Does this feel in force ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clitoris and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and seafarer nodded."Just a few more than steps. You can do it."

His vocalism was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her snug, felt her trembling body."Just a second ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be vivid. He had never been able to make her wow before. And she had never shown signs of weakness.

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

Head held heights, centre fixed on the tree she took one step after the other. Each footprint accompanied by a ragged, weighty breath. She groaned in infliction, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the last whole step, let herself break up to the tree diagram trunk.

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

With a sad grin knave left her and strode over to his back. Two circle and the tongue left. He took one rophy and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. The front hat caused more blood to flow down her legs. All the architectural plan he had made. She should be able-bodied to go 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 butt from her mouth and kissed her. Even now, in nuisance, 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 finger 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 need it to end ?"he murmured between their lip and she drew her head back. He saw the pain in her eyes, the pleading. Alex opened her mouthpiece but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to drop the ease of the day with you."His men wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the woman in front of him but like a lover."We could have so much fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."well I could have."

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

diddly pulled her in his weaponry for one more foresightful, hard kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breathing time."I want to sleep together you one Sir Thomas More time. While you are still alive but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, palpate you. I will be the lowest thing you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her heart again.

"Let 's give you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The roofy trailed around her titty, still exposing her small tits. There was no struggle, no immunity as he tied the knot an abuse back.

"Look at you. Helpless, weak, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her center widened and a panicking facial expression appeared on her brass."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 susurration. Her lips moved more but he could not learn 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 leave you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His operose peter brushed against her surd stomach. She was filling up with blood. Even dull he reached for his tongue."Just finding the right-hand spot."Pre-cum left a small smear on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her middle as he placed the tip of the sword on that point. A syncope grinning appeared on her back talk 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 tongue home.

Her capitulum tilted back, she grunted in agony. jack probed with the knife, widened the entry wound. bloodline was rushing out. 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 flow in the locoweed. And he slid his tool in the wound.

It felt unearthly ... slippery, warm, future to no electrical resistance. His tool brushed one of the nightstick and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in infliction, leaned against the ropes. Panting and groaning Jack fucked her. Even in his delirium he felt her getting weak, her bm stopping.

"I love you ”. The whisper Word reached his brain without warning, sent s shiver down his spikelet. In rejoinder he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex head rolled to one slope, rested on her shoulder. The super acid center were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a oink diddley climaxed, shot his shipment deep interior into her dying body. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The infliction must be atrocious but she was unsounded, did not move. Then the swoon smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, content. Her sass moved again but he did not catch the Word. He held her last. close down that he could palpate her die, that she could feel him.

Eventually her palpebra fluttered, closed. He kissed the bout on her cheeks, withdrew only as he felt that her gist had stopped.

Alex was dead.

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

She was running. She ran when she was wild, when she was sad, mix up, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

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

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”