“ So, she is utter ?"

The vocalization startled Jack. He had been sitting at the low board in the corner. Lost in thought process he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this cuss was.

"staff serjeant-at-law Saint Matthew the Apostle, sorry, I was mi away."

Ryan Levi laughed, took a big swig 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 hearable 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 Jack watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly know ? He nodded as Levi placed a pint and a whisky in front of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her most toughness, may she stimulate peace of mind at last."He looked directly at old salt, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't make you trouble. She would not deliver 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 spyglass."Her virtually formidability ?"he asked and raised a forehead."She did not separate me that."

Matthews laughed."I bet to recite you all the things she might not get told you would take Sir Thomas More than one evening. David used to holler her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Iron maiden, Ice queer ... and some not so charming unity. Especially after St. David died and she turned up the succeeding day as usual."

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

Ryan nodded."Three long time ago. Two days later Colonel Waters sent her family. Dishonourable discharge two twenty-four hours after the funeral. Vanished four twenty-four hours later without a trace."

secrecy seemed to open around the two of them like a shield. Ryan thought of the woman he had known, manual laborer about the adult female he had killed - and the matter she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Germany a myopic warm autumn had nearly over Nox turned into biting frigidity and wintry nights.

In the secondly calendar week of this untimely winter diddlyshit had found this homeless missy, cleaning woman. Dirty clothes, regular army jacket, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, marry me for one year.

Every other womanhood had jumped at this chance. Not her. They had checked into a cheap hotel nearby. She had shown him her soundbox, the tattoos, the scars. In case he wanted to withdraw his whirl. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the exhibitor, hard without mercy. 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, delight it, came.

And unlike the others she understood his muttered remark after their first fuck."Let 's provender you up. I do n't need to break 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 ... mortal a last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her public figure was Alex MacDonald, late British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Deutschland. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal reasons. Her husband - the prick who left me - a soldier, too, war machine police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one last prison term, take back her wedding ceremony band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful career with the American military law he had come into some money and foreswear his job. He had started to travel the humankind. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his time with the army - wedlock, becoming a founding father - he now travelled the humans with next to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his inscrutable and strongest motivation, try the early side. Act out crimes he had seen using his noesis and training to avoid being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a worthy familiar. With other woman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her posture they had travelled by bus, caravan and even plane. Their small self-command in backpacks, everyone carrying their percentage. They had slept at train stations, air ports, on the beach, the episodic trashy hotel.

He grew to love her. That did not admit treating her gently. He still fucked her hard, even raped her on the rare function when she refused. They had to rest at one hotel for a week till she was capable to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the prospicient light night, listening to her bass breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

III twenty-four hours ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourer attractive force. They had ended up at the castling. And met stave sergeant Matthews. She had been strain, alert."My hubby used to let him know 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 travel on, see the man, all of it.

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

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

Jack 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 movements like a sleepwalker. Even with her clean clothes and tomentum in this here and now she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the woman who had travelled with him. No curiosity she always referred to this Jacques Louis David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his watch - four hours give or take.

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

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was silent, the faint smile on her lips as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him jazz 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 notion as if she wanted to say more but then she just shook her headway, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a small country lane. After another hour they reached the spot he had chosen.

"Take the bag, just a shortstop walk from here."She followed in silence, bag over her berm, long mighty strides.

On a clarification 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 require me ? Docile and following your teaching ? Putting up a competitiveness to,"she chuckled"make it wanton for you ?"“ How do you want to go ?"His interpreter 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 undo her boots."I would care 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 eyebrow. She had kept this old army shirt the all time. 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 a lot I can do about it. It is just one of the utmost want. 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 brow questioningly.

Jack got up, touched her. With both bridge player he cupped her pocket-sized breast, massaged them gently before he pinched both mammilla. Alex closed her eye with a sharp intake of breath. One of the few signs of pain she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last cigarette. Maybe more. This will take time."His fingerbreadth 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 hold out the shirt, open. Arms on your back, now."

Was that relieve on her face ? 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, munition on her back, wrists close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too plastered ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh tone he brushed her long Negroid haircloth over her shoulder and kissed her neck."I will earn you suffer. Because I want you to lose. The pain will be acute and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect sentiency."Yes, Sir."Jack smiled."Alright, do you desire to see what I have for you ?"He could feel her tensity, sensed her licking her sassing."Yes, Sir."

"go around, on your knees."Without a moment hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smooth movement. For a moment he looked down on her. Legs banquet she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the regular army shirt and her long Black hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

Alex looked up in surprise. All the scar, the small-scale tits - she had never considered herself beautiful.

jackfruit took his sentence to unpack, starting with the Mexican valium. Two long pugnacious hemp rope and a bowl of para-cord. He saw the reverence in her eyes and touched her boldness."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 knife."Such a pity there wo n't be adequate time to add some scars. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her lips, 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 eyes."Even though you did not state 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 golf hole filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her phonation was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quick glance around the clarification and laughed. He took the lowest towel from his bag and rock the billy free."I have no design of spoiling this inner moment with inviting a stranger. 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 persona in this candy kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her clapper played with his, licked his lips. With one hired man he gripped her neck opening, 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 oral cavity and pressed hard against his hand."Greedy slight bitch."He started to rub her clitoris. Another moan and she spread her legs even across-the-board, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from subdued teasing strokes to hard mite. Alex closed her centre, her hard teat were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her succus were flowing. Just moments before she could get unbosom 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 moment he hesitated, pondering how to hump her now. And to give her fourth dimension to reconcile down.

The cuffs would anguish her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no good berth to touch her tits, torture her nipples when he placed her on her stomach. And kneeling was not an option. Not now.

"On your vertebral column, disseminate your legs."

With legs still trembling she lowered herself to one side, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the alloy bit in her carpus and her lower backrest as she tried to line up a posture that was bearable at to the lowest degree."Now, which of your hole shall we fill first. I know you like it in the ass."old salt positioned the tip of the metal truncheon 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 jackass did not bed her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, inch by inch and only a short bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an norm cock 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 fulfil your greedy wet cunt."

As if to prove his words he placed his fingers between her swollen pussy sassing and moved them. A low squelching sound made him laughter."Nice and wet. This wo n't hurt."

Alex moaned again, moved and licked her lips. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a waste material. Still time to go back. Just fuck her, overrefinement her, untie her and keep her forever.

But the cheer inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first one he inserted the s one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to fulfill her desire. She gasped. It felt so thoroughly as it slid in easily, only emphasising the former one already sticking in her.

Jack stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her dead body again to take some exercising weight of her wrist."Then I will keep on you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt underground, 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 thwarted flavour on her face made him laugh again."A kind of distortion 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 ramification he sat next to her, brushed the shirt back from her tits. The low nipple stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the Lapplander time, making her wince.

"Do n't pretend you do n't like that."pealing one hard between his finger's breadth he reached for her crotch."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her articulatio coxae against his hand.

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

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

She nodded. A look of confusion on her nerve that turned to read as Jack started to play with her button. Groaning she closed her center. She could not help oneself it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt in force. bm, even so rebuff movement in one yap, stuffed in the other.

This prison term Jack did not stop. Panting she came as the billy club left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved Jack picked it up, held it to her lips."biff it clean."His phonation hard, commanding and she opened her oral cavity. Tasting herself on the now warm metal made her shiver.

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

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

Holding it with one hand he shoved the other one a bit deeper until they were both the same distance."Now it is right at your cervix uteri. bear on it further and it will infix your womb."

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

With care he reached around her shoulder joint 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 stifle, one pecker shoved in your ass, the former in your wet cunt ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to top her throat before she was able 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 hanker till your pegleg will give way ? An time of day ? Two ? Or even lupus erythematosus, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensible clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can hug the painful sensation. energy down, experience them slide in, all the way. Deep cryptical inside you."

Jack 's vocalization was unruffled, almost spellbinding."Imagine how that would experience. Two hard matter inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her branch trembling."You can do it. Take them in."Jacks fingers touched her soundbox. He felt her tension.

"Or do you want me to do it. energy you down ? Or get you back on you back and shove them in one by one ? Twice the pain, the veneration ?"

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

She felt the weight pushing her John L. H. Down. Agonizing pain shot up from her cervix and she gasped. The other one just slid in further."No, let 's make it special for you."Jack whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One manus still on her shoulder he reached for her clit."One finish coming and I will advertize you down. All the way."

She licked her lips again, closed her optic. It had taken him only a curtly time to interpret her body, find all the drift that pleased her. The spots that reacted to his touch modality, made her orgasm. And he had had a foresighted meter to try out with them. Now he took his clock time, teased her, played with her body.

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

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

Jacks soft laugh at her ear, his fingerbreadth 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 jackfruit just admired the stack. The quivering, sweating physical structure, the afford mouthpiece, the fold eyes, botheration and pleasure written on her grimace. Then he leaned down on her with his fully weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The painful sensation was sickening. She felt something inside her spring way, tear. And Jack still pushed on. Painfully dull her dead body was lowered on the two metal magnetic pole. He watched with fascination 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 back. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her interior were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to choke up the flow.

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

There was infliction in her representative. And panic ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to keep back you filled till the end. So we have to make some registration. 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 back talk."How does it experience ?"

She took a deep drag, exhaled the roll of tobacco through the nose, then another one. He took the cigarette away and she looked at him."It hurts ... tone ... strange."

They shared the sens in silence. sea dog took it from her mouth, it was nearly burn 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 sensible clitoris. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the alloy inside her motion, causing even more pain.

As if zip had happened jackfruit knelt between her spreading legs. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with pain sensation."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not sure if she was meant to get word his actor's line. His vox was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to suspire matted. That seemed to ease the pain. For now.

As jackass straightened up there was blood on his lips and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."bother 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 movements he tied the para-cord around the handgrip, then around her small waist."And even some length unornamented ”, he murmured. After a moment faltering he reached for her articulatio humeri."Let 's score a moderately collar tied to this."

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

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

Jack got up and admired his handicraft. He had always been good at improvising. Suddenly he was cognizant of his laborious cock in his pants. And Alex on her articulatio genus in front of him.

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

"Open your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his jeans, with the former he reached out, grabbed her neck. Fingers tightening in her whisker he shoved his cock down her throat. She whimpered again, tears of pain 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 pay 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 looking in her heart. This was one of the thing she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. jak 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 bother. She took some mysterious breathing space, leaned heedful forward, stuck out her glossa and started to clean his hammer. soul had trained her well.

With one fingerbreadth manual laborer followed the tears that were flowing freely now."There is More to issue forth. Get up."

Steadying her with a firm grip on her arm he helped her get up. Her wooden leg trembled, she felt the bm inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to discount the nuisance, but she did not succeed.

"ejaculate on ”. knave tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One more minuscule stair, another one. More tears were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you sense them ?"Jack patted the two belittled bits outside her trunk which made her moan in torture again."Does this feel in effect ?"He pressed the handle hard against her button and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and jackstones nodded."Just a few more steps. You can do it."

His voice 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 intense. He had never been able to make her scream before. And she had never shown signaling of weakness.

"Just a few more whole step, to that tree over there. You can run on it. prison term for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

promontory held richly, eyes fixed on the tree she took one step after the former. Each measure accompanied by a ragged, profound breath. She groaned in nuisance, nearly a growl, bit her lip and took the last tone, let herself break to the Tree trunk.

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

With a sad smile Jack left her and strode over to his back. Two R-2 and the knife left. He took one roofy and the tongue, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. The movement hat caused more blood to flow down her legs. All the plan he had made. She should be able to terminal some more 60 minutes, growing decrepit and in pain sensation 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 brim and kissed her. Even now, in pain, weakening, her candy 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 sense her desperation. A longing for ... he did not know.

Did it weigh ? 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 header back. He saw the pain in her eye, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to drop the rest of the day with you."His mitt wandered over her soundbox. 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 backtalk, closed her middle 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 arms for one More hanker, severe candy kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breather."I want to sleep with 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, feel you. I will be the last-place matter you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.

"Let 's give you some bread and butter at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The roach trailed around her tit, still exposing her pocket-size tits. There was no struggle, no resistivity as he tied the knot an stepped back.

"flavor at you. Helpless, weak, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking look appeared on her face."I want to have intercourse 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 result you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His grueling cock brushed against her backbreaking abdomen. She was filling up with blood. Even slower he reached for his tongue."Just finding the redress spot."Pre-cum left a small daub on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her centre as he placed the tip of the sword 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."fast and hard, just as you like it."And he drove the knife home.

Her question tilted back, she grunted in agony. jackstones probed with the tongue, widened the entry wound. blood was rushing out. Sir Thomas More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched teeth."Now I can fuck you."He pulled the knife out, let it come down in the grass. And he slid his tool in the wound.

It felt Weird ... slippery, fond, succeeding to no immunity. His cock brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

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

"I love you ”. The whispered Book reached his brain without admonition, sent s shiver down his acantha. In rejoinder he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex straits rolled to one side, rested on her shoulder. The immature oculus were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a grunt Jack climaxed, shot his load deep inside into her dying body. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The bother must be horrible but she was silent, did not run. Then the deliquium smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, content. Her back talk moved again but he did not catch the words. He held her close. Close that he could sense her die, that she could feel him.

Eventually her lid fluttered, closed. He kissed the bout on her brass, withdrew only as he felt that her substance had stopped.

Alex was dead.

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

She was running. She ran when she was raging, when she was sad, mixed-up, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

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

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”