“ So, she is dead ?"

The voice startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small table in the recess. Lost in thought 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 Matthews, sorry, I was air mile away."

Ryan Gospel According to Matthew laughed, took a big draft from his pint."I bet."diddly-shit took to his pint as well, did not respond.

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

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

"To Alex, her to the highest degree staying power, may she give birth peace of mind at last."He looked directly at Jack, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't stimulate you trouble. She would not ingest 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 glass."Her most huskiness ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not state me that."

Gospel According to Matthew laughed."I bet to tell you all the thing she might not have told you would take more than one evening. David used to squall her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. branding iron Maiden, Ice Queen ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after Jacques Louis David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

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

Ryan nodded."Three age ago. Two Day later Colonel Waters sent her home. dishonourable discharge two years 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 cleaning woman he had known, Jack about the woman he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Germany a short-change warm autumn had nearly over night turned into biting cold-blooded and frosty nights.

In the second week of this wrong winter Jack had found this homeless daughter, woman. Dirty clothes, regular army jacket, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

travelling with me, marry me for one year.

Every other woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a cheap hotel nearby. She had shown him her trunk, the tattoos, the scratch. In case he wanted to withdraw his fling. But he had not.

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

And unlike the others she understood his muttered input after their first fuck."Let 's provender you up. I do n't need to discover you - now."“ So you are going to vote down 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 ... someone a last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, former Brits soldier, now homeless and stranded in Deutschland. Partly because of posttraumatic stress disorder, partly personal reasons. Her husband - the illegitimate child who left me - a soldier, too, military police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one death time, turn back her nuptials band.

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

And, his thick and stiff motivation, try the other position. Act out criminal offense he had seen using his cognition and education to forefend being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a worthy fellow. With early cleaning lady he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her strength they had travelled by bus, train and even plane. Their small-scale monomania in backpacks, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at gear stations, air ports, on the beach, the occasional cheap hotel.

He grew to love her. That did not let in treating her gently. He still fucked her knockout, even raped her on the rare function when she refused. They had to stay at one hotel for a hebdomad till she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long light nights, listening to her mystifying respiration he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

Three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourist attractions. They had ended up at the castle. And met staff serjeant St. Matthew. She had been strain, alarum."My husband used to let him fuck me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

The next day was the day. Her death day. If she had said one word, just one tidings, he would suffer spared her. They could travel on, see the creation, all of it.

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

He prepared a bag. Handcuffs, ropes, a tongue and two nightstick, the ones with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare wearing apparel 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 move like a sleepwalker. Even with her strip clothes and hair in this consequence she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the fair sex who had travelled with him. No curiosity she always referred to this David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his vigil - four hours give or take.

She was back in ascendence of herself when she entered the room. But one looking at 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, ride towards her end.

Alex was mum, the syncope smile on her mouth 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 flavour as if she wanted to say more but then she just shook her drumhead, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a small nation lane. After another minute they reached the smirch he had chosen.

"take on the bag, just a short paseo from here."She followed in silence, bag over her shoulder joint, long powerful strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen tree on the land 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 fight to,"she chuckled"have it well-to-do for you ?"“ How do you desire 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 untie her charge."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 gasp. diddlyshit raised a eyebrow. She had kept this old army shirt the whole sentence. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her pants down, the panty as well."If you say no there is not very much I can do about it. It is just one of the last indirect request. And I would wish another fag."

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both hands he cupped her small tit, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her eyes with a discriminating intake of breath. One of the few signs of painfulness she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a utmost cigarette. Maybe more. This will take time."His finger traced the big scratch 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 fag out the shirt, open. weapon on your back, now."

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

Alex turned around, blazon on her back, articulatio radiocarpea close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too fuddled ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh tone he brushed her long dark hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck opening."I will constitute you digest. Because I want you to bear. The pain will be vivid and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect 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 lip."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a moment hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smooth drift. For a bit he looked down on her. Legs spread head she knelt in the Mary Jane only partly covered in the U. S. Army shirt and her foresightful Negro hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

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

Jack took his time to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two long crude hemp rope and a roll of para-cord. He saw the reverence in her center and touched her brass."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 effortless. Next was the carbon tongue."Such a pity there wo n't be adequate sentence to add some scars. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her sass, gaze fixed on the bag.

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

Now she looked up, in his centre."Even though you did not tell me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a deeply breathing place."And you loved it ? One dick up your rigorous ass, the early buried in your greedy slit. Both golf hole filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her voice was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her ready glance around the clearing and laughed. He took the last-place towel from his bag and shook the truncheons free."I have no purpose of spoiling this confidant consequence 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 sassing parted, she took part in this kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her glossa 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 back talk and entreat hard against his hand."Greedy lilliputian bitch."He started to rub her clitoris. Another moan and she spread her legs even full, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from soft teasing diagonal to severe arrest. Alex closed her centre, her severely pap were rubbing on the material of the shirt, her succus were flowing. hardly moments before she could get relieve laborer 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 bit he hesitated, pondering how to fuck her now. And to give her clip to settle down.

The manacle would anguish her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no good side to stir her tits, straining her nipples when he placed her on her abdomen. And kneeling was not an option. Not now.

"On your vertebral column, spread your legs."

With ramification still trembling she lowered herself to one English, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the metal bit in her articulatio radiocarpea and her lower back as she tried to get hold a position that was bearable at least."Now, which of your cakehole shall we fulfil first. I know you like it in the ass."jackass positioned the tip of the metal wand at her ass-hole."No lubricant I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

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

"Now you have the equivalent of an average peter up your ass. Feels 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 establish his words he placed his digit between her conceited pussycat mouth and moved them. A low squelching strait 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 prison term to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, untie her and keep her forever.

But the inspire inside him was stronger.

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

Jack stopped and she sighed, opened her heart again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to take some weight of her wrists."Then I will hold on you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt resistor, tried a dissimilar slant and it slid in a bit more."All the way."He smiled."I know you want me to roll in the hay you now. With both of them. Hard, merciless, both holes."“ Yes, please."Wanting was in every word.

"No ”. The disappointed spirit on her facial expression 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 spoil legs he sat adjacent to her, brushed the shirt back from her tits. The small-scale nipple stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the Same time, making her wince.

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

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

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

She nodded. A look of confusion on her face that turned to reason as jack started to encounter with her clitoris. Groaning she closed her oculus. She could not help it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt good. Movement, even so flimsy movement in one trap, stuffed in the other.

This metre Jack did not contain. Panting she came as the baton left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved laborer picked it up, held it to her lips."salt lick it clean."His voice hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now warm up metal made her shiver.

"No fume for you. Let 's just replace this."

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

Holding it with one hired hand he shoved the former one a bit mystifying until they were both the same distance."Now it is correct at your cervix. Push it further and it will enter your womb."

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

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

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

"You could try to have sex yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to hold it like this. How retentive till your legs will give way ? An hour ? Two ? Or even lupus erythematosus, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her medium clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can bosom the painful sensation. Push down, finger them slew in, all the way. mysterious rich inside you."

knave 's vocalism was quiet, almost hypnotic."Imagine how that would feel. Two surd things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her pegleg trembling."You can do it. charter them in."Jacks finger touched her body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you desire me to do it. Push you down ? Or get you back on you back and shove them in one by one ? Twice the pain in the ass, the care ?"

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

She felt the weight pushing her down. Agonizing pain shot up from her cervix uteri and she gasped. The other one just slide in further."No, let 's make it particular for you."diddlyshit whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hand still on her shoulder he reached for her clit."One last 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 prison term to read her consistency, find all the movements that pleased her. The office that reacted to his touch, made her climax. And he had had a foresighted time to experiment with them. Now he took his clip, teased her, played with her body.

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

Mouth widely unfold she moaned with delight and painfulness. It would kill her, slowly, but in this moment it felt so good."More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the pain flared up again.

Jacks lenient laugh at her ear, his fingers so gently rubbing her button."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 coming washed over her. For a moment Jack just admired the sight. The trembling, sweating soundbox, the loose back talk, the close down eyes, pain and joy written on her expression. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain was sickening. She felt something inside her spring way, bout. And Jack still pushed on. Painfully slow her body was lowered on the two alloy poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the handle. She was still whimpering in hurting as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her spine. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her insides 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 the ass 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 make some adjustments. That 's why I chose the ones with the handles."

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

She took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke 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 lips, it was nearly sunburn down.

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

As if nothing had happened Jack knelt between her facing pages legs. She felt his clapper on her burned clit and grunted with painfulness."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not for certain if she was meant to hear his give-and-take. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe insipid. That seemed to relieve the pain. For now.

As Jack straightened up there was blood on his lips and Kuki-Chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."pain in the ass made her groan again as he turned the baton in her cunt that the handle was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With surefooted and calm bm he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her humble waist."And even some length supererogatory ”, he murmured. After a instant hesitation he reached for her shoulders."Let 's make a pretty collar tied to this."

In pain she whimpered as her wide-cut weight was placed on the nightstick between her stage."Not long, promise."

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

jackfruit got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been good at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his severe pecker in his gasp. And Alex on her knees in front of him.

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

"Open your mouth."With one bridge player he unbuttoned his dungaree, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. Fingers tightening in her hair he shoved his cock down her throat. She whimpered again, binge of pain were rolling from the recess 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 joy as she could saliver was dripping from her lips.

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

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

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in annoyance. She took some deep breaths, leaned careful forward, stuck out her tongue and started to scavenge his shaft. someone had trained her well.

With one digit manual laborer followed the tear that were flowing freely now."There is to a greater extent to come. Get up."

Steadying her with a house travelling bag on her arm he helped her get up. Her peg trembled, she felt the movement inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to ignore the nuisance, but she did not succeed.

"come on ”. labourer tucked her arm and she took one stone's throw 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 palpate them ?"Jack patted the two small bite outside her body which made her groan in excruciation again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and botheration and tar nodded."Just a few Thomas More steps. You can do it."

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

"Just a few to a greater extent whole tone, to that Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree over there. You can run on it. Time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

Head held high, centre fixed on the Tree she took one step after the former. Each gradation accompanied by a ragged, heavy breathing time. She groaned in pain, nearly a growl, bit her lip and took the last stair, let herself collapse to the tree trunk.

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

With a sad smile labourer left her and strode over to his back. Two rope and the tongue left. He took one circle and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. The movement hat caused more stock to flow down her legs. All the plans he had made. She should be able-bodied to last some more hours, growing weakly and in pain all the time.

Slowly he made his way back. Ash had fallen on her tit and he brushed it aside. jackfruit took the cigarette from her sass and kissed her. Even now, in pain, weakening, her osculation 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 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 lips and she drew her principal back. He saw the infliction in her middle, the pleading. Alex opened her backtalk but just nodded.

"Such a disgrace. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you."His handwriting wandered over her consistency. Not like a man killing the woman in movement of him but like a lover."We could induce so a great deal fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."Well I could have."

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

Jack pulled her in his implements of war for one more foresighted, hard buss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to have a go at it you one more sentence. While you are still alive but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, experience you. I will be the last matter you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.

"Let 's hold you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The ropes trailed around her titty, still exposing her diminished nipple. There was no battle, no resistor as he tied the knot an stepped back.

"Look at you. Helpless, weak, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking feeling appeared on her face."I want to fuck you but both your holes are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What joy 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 forget you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

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

He looked deeply in her centre as he placed the tip of the blade on that post. A deliquium smile appeared on her rim again as she felt it prick her skin."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 tongue home.

Her head tilted back, she grunted in torture. Jack probed with the tongue, widened the entry wound. Blood was rushing out. More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched dentition."Now I can fuck you."He pulled the knife out, let it come in the forage. And he slid his pecker in the wound.

It felt Weird ... slippery, affectionate, adjacent to no resistance. His peter brushed one of the billystick and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in pain, leaned against the roach. Panting and groaning diddlyshit fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting weaker, her apparent motion stopping.

"I love you ”. The whispered run-in reached his brain without word of advice, sent s shiver down his spine. In takings he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex head rolled to one side of meat, rested on her shoulder. The dark-green eyes were outdoors, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a grunt Jack climaxed, shot his load deep inside into her dying consistency. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be ugly but she was silent, did not move. Then the swoon smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly glad, content. Her lips moved again but he did not fascinate the Book. He held her close. shut down that he could find her die, that she could sense him.

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

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."Jack raised his methamphetamine for a still salute."I am trusted she found peace at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their ice clinked, they drank in silence.

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

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

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”