Amorita pops into existence once we leave the love shack. She opens her palms, one with a purple mushroom, the other with a gray one.

“We’re not interested in whatever you’re selling. Got it, trash panda.” Racheal signaled me to move along.

Amorita transformed into a leaf and then popped back into her fluffy form on Rachie’s shoulders.

“Free of charge, like all good things. You’ve had an amazing night, so the question is…” she held up the purple shroom “is it so amazing that you want to remember it in extra vivid detail for the rest of your life? Or…” she raised the gray shroom “do you want to forget it ever happened?”

“I’m taking option three. Not eating suspicious fungi,” said Racheal, setting down Amorita.

“What you experienced last night was just a sample of the freedom you can enjoy. If you’re interested in more you can come to my hero’s grand kingdom,” said the racoon angel.

Racheal looked down at me and smiled. “I’m fine with just the sample.” She turned back to Amorita. “Look, thanks for helping us out, but we need to be on our way.”

Amorita turned the mushrooms into leaves and then stuck her hand in her leaf-filled pockets. “Before you go! A message for you.” The leaf in her hand turned into a note.

The note read: “CatBoy General at occupied camp spotted. Need heroic assistance.” The gold cane emblem signaled that it was an extra dangerous quest.

I tugged on my hero’s cloak. “Rachie! If we do this quest, then we will have enough money to buy a ship!”

“Yeah, but it could be a trap. I’m a wanted traitor now.”

“What? But you said that wasn’t true.”

“I didn’t want you to freak out. Don’t worry though. I’ve fought other traitors plenty of times. I’m good at fighting heroes. And this is our best bet. Thanks, racoon girl.” Racheal gave her a thumbs up. “Actually. Here.” Racheal offered her a handful of CatCoin. “Consider it a tip.”

Amorita shook her head. “Your lovely sweat and virgin juices that you left on the bed are more than enough payment for me. I hope the love between you two blossoms even stronger!”

“Yeah…uh, we’re just gonna go now,” said Racheal, taking the note, picking me up and rushing off.

We ventured forward to our next destination!

I ride on Racheal’s shoulders, allowing me a better view of the deadly swamp we entered.

“What did you say this place was called, Annie?” asked Racheal.

“The Swamp of Agonizing Regret. It’s where our new friends said to meet us. We gotta get a crew together to sail the treacherous seas, after all,” I said, making a slashy motion with my hands.

“More likely than not, this message came from some heroes at Dark and Broody. Those creeps aren’t our friends, they’re ex-coworkers. I saw them eying you,” she says, carefully avoiding a puddle of acid. “And what if they’re after us.”

“My momma told me that not trusting is sadder than being let down. I will never throw away my trust in heroes. Besides, they were only eyeing me because I was stretching on the guild hall’s dance poll.”

“Well if you’re okay with it, that’s what matters. You sure do have a way with boys. Maybe you can give me some tips to find a nice boyfriend.”

“Sure thing. You got the hips, so wave ‘em, big sis!”

“Thanks! And look, just because you’re a little Pollyanna doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be wary. Not all heroes are good.”

My face freezes up.

Racheal cradles me in her arms. “You’re shaking. Are you okay?”

I nod and wipe my tears. “Fine and dandy,” I say before sobbing into her bosom.

I miss Mommy.

“Don’t ever think crying makes you weak. Not crying is what cowards do. You’re a strong girl and its perfectly okay to cry.”

I look up at her and smile. “But it’s so hard to cry when my girlfriend is with me.” I playfully stick out my tongue.

Racheal pats my head. “Stay sharp. Big frog thing. Is it hostile?” she asks, aiming her hands, ready to fire a sound shot.

The blue frog had an orange, red and blue fire brewing in his belly.

“Hiya froggy!” I waved at the BlasToad and he waved back. “Nope. He’s super friendly.”

“Wait, isn’t that a BlasToad. I heard we lost a hero to one last week.”

“Well yeah, but that was a different one. This one is friendly.” I reach into my pack and toss him some bread crumbs.

A trio of healthy heroes come out from the bushes after the toad leaves.

“Hey, heroes,” I say, pushing up my boobies with my arms.

Gotta flirt with precision if I want a harem like Poppy’s.

“Glad you could make it, cutie,” says the most muscular of the heroes. He steps back when Racheal glares at him.

“Where is the enemy camp, Steve? And are you sure we’ll be enough to handle it?” asks Racheal.

“My name is Ebony Fate,” said Steve.

“Well, we all were told to attack the same camp. Rather than fight over it, I think teaming up gives us all a better chance of victory,” says the short hero with the blue glasses.

I don’t recognize him. Is he from another village?

“I could take ‘em all on my own! But I’d rather do it with it with my fellow bros.” The third hero looks at Racheal and me. “And of course, my sistas!” The mohawk hero points to us with a grin.

“Do not call me sister, Acid Fantasy. You always ignored me back at the village. Now that I’m wanted, you want to get close. Sorry, that’s too suspicious.” Racheal steps in between the strapping young boys.

“We all needed Poppy since she was the only angel. But that’s changed. Now we’re free to mingle with all the pretty girls we want.”

“Right now my priority is to finish this quest so I can help Annie. You want to flirt with me later, you’re welcome to. But, right now, I don’t trust any of you. How high is my bounty?”

“We’re all deserters, so we all have bounties now. Come on, Silent Symphony, give me some lovin’,” said Acid Fantasy, pursing his lips.

“I’ve had angel spittle. It’s sweet, tangy and it stays in your mouth for hours. You can’t tempt me with your normal saliva,” said Racheal, crossing her arms.

Wow. Am I really that tasty?

Racheal blew into her hands, creating a foghorn sound. “You all rushed into this without thinking. Who even assigned this quest? Dark and Broody is under CatBoy protection, so it sure as hell wasn’t a quest from our village.”

“Some guy in a cloak. But it wasn’t a RiftRipper,” said the glasses hero.

“And who are you?” asked Racheal.

“I’m a hero helper from another village.”

“And what village is that?”

“I’m here to help, don’t worry.”

“All three of you should just leave this to me. I already got some of you killed,” said Racheal softly.

Acid Fantasy put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey now. No need for that. They died fighting the real enemy. Look, we got sick of hunting down rebels and working for those sadistic CatBoys. With you and your angel by our side, we have the confidence to really take a stand. You inspired us to do the right thing.”

Racheal held her head and blushed. “Wow. So my speech really worked. I guess you don’t need to die to be a martyr.”

The glasses hero raised his hand and spoke. “I’m a scout from the group that created this special quest. We wouldn’t have chosen you three if you had no chance at winning.”

“What do you care? Heroes are a dime a dozen,” says Racheal.

“Then let’s increase our odds,” says the glasses hero. “Angel, do you have any power vials with you?”

“My fluids are something I chose to give to people who are special to me,” I say, snuggling up to Racheal.

The mohawk hero steps up to me. “Well I may not have family back home, but I do value my own life. If we don’t get powers, then we could all die.”

“I only have one bottle. Maybe I’ll give it to the sweetest boy.” I lick my lips playfully.

Flirting is so much fun.

“I once saved a kitten from drowning,” says the muscular hero.

“That’s nothing. I spent six hours at a convention helping a lost girl locate her mother,” says the glasses hero.

“Forget about the power vial. There’s another way to get an edge!” The mohawk hero tears me from Racheal’s hands.

Racheal pulls out her knife and the other two heroes draw their swords. “Put her down or I’ll cut you down.”

“I didn’t ask to come here! My bandmates need me. The sooner I finish this quest, the sooner I can hang with my real bros back home.”

“You’re going to use the money for a return ticket?” asked Racheal.

“Yeah. I’ve been saving up. This quest will finally get me my out. Now step back. I’m getting powers now,” said Acid Fantasy.

“Mark, calm down man. Just take the flask. We’ll let you. Let’s not create a conflict okay?” asks the muscular one.

“Aww, you boys aren’t going to fight over my lips,” I say in a teasing tone.

“You steal her kiss and I’ll cut your legs off,” says Racheal, pointing her dagger at the mohawk hero.

“Hey dad! I am special. I’m gonna do this and be just fine!” yells Acid Fantasy toward the sky.

I hate being forced to kiss people so I might as well do the kissing.

I slurp the vial, then grab his face and plunge my tongue into his mouth.

The other two boys step back.

I pull away and turn to Racheal. “He was willing to risk it. Just calm down. He should be fine.”

Huh? I’m falling.

The hero hits the ground and has a seizure.

“Is he going to die?” asks the glasses hero, covering his eyes.

The bushes rustle and a CatBoy general steps out. “You all are,” he says with a twisted smile.

The CatBoy had a slender body and a baby face. He was wearing a sailor-hat and jammies with sleepy faced kitties on them.

“Which one is he?” asked Acid Fantasy, holding out his sword.

“Must be new.” Racheal stepped up to him. “We’re from Dark and Broody Village. That makes us allies,” she said, offering her hand to the general.

His gentle face suddenly twisted. He pointed at me with his clawed fingers. “You! Why didn’t you stop me?”

Huh?

“At Sunny Village I killed my own parents. Why didn’t you stop me!?” he pushed Racheal off and came rushing at me.

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I stood my ground.

I’m not afraid. Nobody is going to stop me from reuniting with my family.

I held out my hands and fired a soundwave into him.

He was blasted off his feet.

“Nice one, angel girl!” cheered Ebony Fate. “Now hurry up and do something for Acid Fantasy. His whole body is in shock.”

Racheal fired a shot near the CatBoy general. “If you hurt Annie. I will murder you.” Her hands were trembling. “Don’t tempt me because I really want to know what it feels like.”

“My name is CatNap. You and everyone from your treacherous village are better off dead!” He dragged his hands down his wooly shirt and blew them at Racheal.

Wait wool. Oh no!

My hero fell to the ground.

“Can we not do this right now!? My friend is going to die!” yelled Ebony Fate.

“You’ll be joining him soon enough. Fairy Dust!” CatNap spread the SleepySheepy pollen but Ebony covered his mouth.

The hero rushed in and lashed with his sword.

CatNap slashed his legs, putting them to sleep.

I fired a sound shot directly at the CatNap’s head.

Ebony Fate used this opportunity to pierce the general’s chest.

CatNap then tossed dust into his face and the hero collapsed, still gripping his sword.

“No. I wasn’t supposed to die. Not until I kill him. That detestable dictator!” yelled CatNap.

“Flam ordered you to kill your parents, didn’t he?”

The General tore out the sword. “Sacrifice is power. The only way to grow strong enough to take what you desire is to kill what you love. That bastards savors this tragic contradiction.” CatNap spat out blood.

“We are exiles from Dark and Broody. We came here to take down a CatBoy general at a nearby base. If you promise to help us, then I’ll heal you. Deal?” I asked, holding a gobule of my spit just over his wound.

I was suddenly slammed to the ground by an unseen force. A clawed hand gripped my face and rubbed it into CatNap’s bloody wound.

“We don’t make deals with your kind,” said the cruel voice of General CatScratch. “Spit on him or else I’ll get the saliva from your severed head.”

I cried and spit repeatedly until CatNap’s wound was healed.

“Let’s behead her!” yelled CatNap.

“And miss our chance to land a critical blow to Flam. I think not,” said CatScratch. “We shall bring her to the fortress, along with these heroes. All except one.” He yanked me off the ground by my hair. “And you get to choose.”

I can’t kill a hero. I’m supposed to save them.

“Let’s just kill the girl. We don’t want her attracting those dreadful machines,” said CatNap.

“Hmmm. You do have a point.”

My stomach churned. I raised a finger at the hero who was convulsing in agony. “I choose him…” I said softly.

“The obvious choice. All right. You can pick him. But you have to do it yourself.” CatScratch pulled the dagger out of my pocket. “You have to kill him with this.”

His family is waiting for him back home. He’s so close to being reunited with them. Can I really end his story just to continue my own?

“She won’t do it! Let me do it!” exclaimed CatNap.

“Give her a chance. It’s her first time.” CatScratch moved his sword up to Racheal’s throat. “You know what happens if you don’t do it.”

I’m sorry, Mark. I’ll never forget you.

My tears ran down my arms and became steam upon hitting the heated blade. I brought the dagger down. His screams tore up my insides and his blood splattered my face.

Warm.

I brought it up and down and up and down and up and down. The world became twisted and the sky darkened. I was no longer an angel. To save my family, I had become a demon.

He was going to die anyway.

I tried to comfort myself as I continued to stab. I don’t even know why I kept doing it.

My whole world turned black.

I awoke in a steel cage with the sun shining in my eyes. There were many cages around me with heroes in them. I scanned the cages, searching for Racheal.

“Morning,” said Racheal, leaning over me with a grin.

Does she know what I did? I can’t tell her. She’ll hate me.

“What are we going to do?” I sobbed but my eyes produced no tears.

“Look at all these heroes. There’s like twenty of them. We have all the hero power we need to take over this outpost. Hey, Annie? Are you okay?”

Racheal shook me and smiled but everything still looked so sad.

“That general didn’t touch you, did he?” she asked, clenching her fist.

I shook my head. I saw my hands and then hid them.

I can still see the blood.

Rain came pouring down suddenly.

Racheal nestled up to me, keeping me sheltered in her hug.

“I did something really bad,” I said in a dead whisper.

“Well it doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you do something bad, then you just have to move on and do more good things in the future. Don’t worry about what you can’t change, Annie.” Racheal bent over and kissed my forehead.

Is it really that simple?

Screams were heard and then battle cries.

In seconds the CatBoy soldiers were engaged in combat with cloaked figures.

“See? All your good karma has given us an escape.” Racheal held my fingers in hers. “You’re a tough girl. Now come on, let’s combine our powers so we can break out of this place!”

Racheal loves me despite what I did. And I love her. I really love her.

I feel energy around my body like zappy clouds. My jammies transform, sprouting a long frilly black skirt with musical notes, a pink blouse and golden sound amps on my wrists.

“Whoa! This is incredible! You’re incredible, Annie!” exclaimed Racheal.

I turned and smiled at her. “It’s cuz I love you super tons!”

“Awesome! Now let’s break out of here and join the fight!” yelled Racheal, putting her hand on my shoulders and sending her energy into me. “Reciprocal Bond!”

I fired a powerful sound wave that blasted open our cage and then exploded into a watch tower.

The cloaked warriors and soldiers moved out of the way of the collapsing tower.

Good. I didn’t kill anyone else.

Racheal fired a blast at a nearby cage. It wasn’t as strong as mine, but still blasted the bars off.

Together we freed the captured hero’s while blasting away enemy CatBoy soldiers.

The hooded warriors must be heroes too!

CatScratch held out his sword and pulled three cloaked heroes in, decapitating them. His bloody face then turned to us. “Destiny has given me yet another gift.”

My body froze up but Racheal blasted him.

He stood his ground from the blast, and then raised the weapons of the fallen warriors all along the battlefield. “Steel Dénouement!”

The swords came down alongside the rain droplets.

I could see one headed straight for my Rachie.

I held out my hands and blue energy shot out. It encased my hero in a water bubble and stopped the swords on impact.

“Oh! I have a cool idea.” Racheal turned the water bound swords around. She then put her hands to the hilts of the swords and then sent a soundwave out.

The swords shot out like bullets, taking down the incoming CatBoy soldiers.

“How did you even make this?” asked Racheal, poking the shield. “This is not my power.”

Maybe it’s my bond to Mommy!

CatScratch pulled the swords off the ground with his energy, directing them into the backs of incoming heroes. He then gripped the impaled swords and cleaved the heroes in two. “Heroes without powers are mere civilians,” he said, spinning a sword in front of him to eviscerate an enemy.

“Stay away from the angel!” yelled a young hero, dressed up in a stretchy body suit and wearing a colorful mask.

“You had better have powers. My swords are getting thirsty for a challenge,” said CatScratch, clanging his swords together.

The hero sliced the air with his fingers.

CatScratch deflected the onslaught of air slices.

“Prickly girl! I, uh, kinda need some back up!” yelled the oddly dressed hero.

The pitter patter of little feet on rain was followed by the most amazing sight.

Tumble!

I ran to her. I didn’t see heroes or soldiers. I only saw my little sister.

Her eyes nearly popped when she noticed me. She ran to me and slipped on a wet puddle.

I was suddenly smashed against the ground by a sudden gravity wave.

“Two angels! What a delightful day this is turning out to be,” said CatScratch, flinging his sword at Tumble.

A cloaked warrior stepped into the path of the sword and grabbed it. “It will be when your head lies at my feet,” he said, rushing in. He whipped out a gun. “My friends are my greatest treasure,” he said, before the gun shot out a line of bullets.

CatScratch deflected the bullets with a surge of gravity.

The cloaked warrior rushed in and kicked CatScratch. He then collected the water in the area, forming it into a river before sending it slamming into the general.

CatScratch coated his sword in his prana and sliced the river, dispersing it. The hero with the stretchy clothes rushed behind him and sliced the air, cutting the general’s back.

The general lost focus and was blasted by the river into a house in the distance.

Tumble ran into my arms and healed my wounds with her spit.

I held her tightly.

It’s her. It’s really her.

I snuggled her as we both cried.

I watched the cloaked warrior approach Racheal as I snuggled my little sister.

“So, you have water powers too?” he asked.

Racheal looked up at him and her face went red. “Hot…I mean sound. I make funny noises and cool ones. I’m a girl!” she exclaimed, wobbling in a daze.

“Does this girl have a name?” The cloaked warrior held out his hand. “Liquid Mist.” The water around the incoming CatBoy soldiers became a mist. “Friendship is the only ammunition the soul needs,” he said, before spraying the enemy with his gunfire.

“Name! Yeah! Racheal! Like a sheep. Baaaa,” said Racheal before covering her cheeks.

“Well, little sheep. I’m Braven.”

Braven is alive!?

“That is a really hot name,” she said with googily eyes.

“Wait?” He removed his hood. “Your power is sound? Are you the Silent Symphony?” he asked with wide eyes.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of me?” she asked with a giggle.

“I’ve lost a number of good friends to you and your detestable village. To think I’d get a chance to avenge them.” He raised his gun.

“Stop!” yelled a tall and muscular hero. “The hero’s here have all been exiled from their village. If you hurt any of them, you will be stripped of your ranks.”

“Hey, I’m the one who brought you guys the angel!” he yelled.

“But it was our RiftRipper who saved your life.” The hero removed his hood, revealing hazel eyes and a gentle smile. “I’m Ricardo, but my brothers in arms call me Dios Gigante. Welcome to the Mortal Militia,” he offered Racheal a hand.

“Hey, angels. Don’t just stand there. Heal the wounded!” yelled Braven, gesturing with his gun.

He doesn’t seem to remember me?

I went to the closet hero and spit on him, but the wound didn’t close.

Huh? Why isn’t it working.

Tumble spit and the wound was sealed. She poked my cheek and tilted her head.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

Did that transformation take up too much of my energy?

Racheal ran up and seized both of us in a hug. “It’s her right? She’s your little sister?”

“Yeah. It’s really her,” I said with a sniffle.

“I’m soooo happy for you! She’s super adorable by the way,” said Racheal, rubbing Tumble’s head.

“Tumble, this is my girlfriend, Racheal,” I exclaimed, grabbing Rachie’s hands.

Tumble looked at Racheal with discerning eyes. She then turned to me and nodded.

Yay! I have her approval!

“Stop stalling and heal the wounded!” yelled Braven.

I turned to Racheal, wiping my spit on a cut on arm.

“Hey, this is just a temporary thing. I’m sure you’ll be back in action in no time!”

Tumble healed while I just did my best to calm down the injured. Once the enemy camp was cleaned up, Dios Gigante raised their flag. Two hands joining together with a blue sphere behind them.

Tumble was in my lap, fiddling with my hair. We were both watching things from the tower.

Racheal was scribbling on a paper some note to write to Braven.

I hope she doesn’t love him more than me.

“Hey, Annie. I’m gonna go for a walk. You okay up here?” asked Racheal, tapping my head.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” I said softly.

“I’m sure your healing powers will return. Oh, don’t be late to the meeting. Meet me there, okay?” asked Racheal before skipping down the stairs of the tower.

Tumble snuggled my arm.

She hasn’t let go of me since I got here. I’m not losing her ever again. But I don’t want to lose Racheal either.

My thoughts about Racheal brought her book into form.

Tumble put her hand on my hand.

“You’re right. It’s not right to spy on her, but I have to find out what Braven’s up to. He’s dangerous.”

Tumble rolled her eyes and released my hand, she then lied down on my lap and fell asleep.

Sorry, Rachie. I’m not the best girlfriend but I’m trying to be a good sister.

I bit my fingers and placed my hand on the book.

I was skipping down the hall. “Hey, what’s your name?” I asked the young luchador hero.

“You’re Racheal, right? I’m Lopez. The most common Hispanic name, I know. My hero name is way cooler. I’m the Luchador Espada!” he exclaimed with a dramatic pose.

“So, what brings you to the Rebellion?”

“I’m came from a village on another island.”

“Was the trip difficult?”

“Nothing compared to my trip from Cuba to the Americas! We just hopped into a portal created by our personal RiftRipper.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Not that I know of. Anyways, I joined because of my little sister, Kamila. She was held hostage so that me, Ricardo and our other brother Guillermo would fight for them.”

“Then aren’t you putting her in danger by creating this militia?”

“Oh no, we didn’t create it. Ricardo is just in charge of the branch on our island. We came here to try and rescue some heroes for the new branch. Maybe you can lead them,” he said with a smile.

“I was kinda an outcast in my village. Being the only girl there was rough. Do you have any girls in your militia?”

“Sorry, you’re the only one. What brings you here?”

“Wait, so there aren’t other girl heroes in your village? Like at all? That makes no sense. The RiftRipper who killed me specifically wanted me.”

“And why do you fight now?”

“I need a trip to another island. It’s for my…my girlfriend, Annie.”

Yeah. She’s my girlfriend. Nothing wrong with that.

“Ah, you’re enchanted by the little angel. But there’s more to this than just her.”

“Well yeah. I want to go home and see my mom.”

“And?”

“And I want to free the heroes who are being used by the villages!” I yelled.

Lopez patted my back. “There you go! There’s that fighting spirit. But right now, you’re looking for someone. Does your girlfriend know?”

“Probably. I’m not very good at hiding my emotions. I love her I really do, but I still really want a boyfriend! Tell me about Braven!”

“And spoil the fun of you learning about him yourself? Never.”

“You’re a nice guy. I’m sure your precious little sister will be freed in no time.”

“Oh, my little sister is very precious to me, but she is fierce like a puma! Beats me and my brothers every time when we used to wrestle. She’s stronger than me and Guillermo, and faster than Ricardo.”

“Then she’s probably lifting weights while she plans her own breakout. Things will turn out okay. You just have to hold onto hope.” I smiled at him and gave his hand a good squeeze.

“We’re going to raid my home village tomorrow and free all the prisoners. I will get to see my sister very soon.” His smile, even hidden beneath the mask, exuded a powerful wave of positivity.

I smiled back at him and went down the hallway.

“Braven is behind the main lodge. He’s always training!” hollered Lopez.

I skipped all the way to the lodge and then peeked out. My cheeks flared up.

He’s sooooo hot!

“Come to take me down?” His eyes tossed daggers my way which I graciously accepted with open arms. Braven approached me while I just sputtered nervously. “That girl with you. Do you know what she is?”

“Adorable?” I asked with a shaky grin.

“She’s a demon.”

Yessss! I knew it!

“Demons are super cool, right?” I asked, leaning awkwardly against the wall.

“Demons take your affections and twist them. They turn bonds into bondage.”

Bondage? Hot boy in bondage gear. Me in bondage gear. Both of us in bondage gear. Yes!

I swooned and he caught me.

“Are you listening to me? You can’t trust those things. Not even her. She’s just using you to find her family.” His eyes turned dark.

That expression is too sexy. Oh no, I’m going to soak Annie’s bloomers.

Braven grabbed my hand, which was still clenching the note.

He tore the note out and his eyes got wide. “You lust for me,” he said softly.

I draw bunnies and rainbows and he thinks I’m being lusty.

“I uh…really like you.” I covered my face.

I did it! I confessed.

“You know nothing about me.” He turned away, his hair flipping in that sexy angsty way.

“I want to know more!” I screamed and then hid behind my hands.

He grabbed my hands. “Are these the hands that killed my fellow rebels?”

“Hold up. I’ve never killed anyone. Hour long daydream fantasies don’t count!”

“Then they were captured? What do you think happened to them after that?”

“I…I don’t know,” I said softly, lowering my head.

He exhaled sharply and gripped my neck.

Is he going to choke me?

His grip tightened. He lifted me off the ground by my throat.

Should I fight back? I could kick him really hard. But wait, not yet, I gotta ride the high as long as I can.

Braven’s eyes become gentle and he pulls me into a kiss while still crushing my throat.

Super hot and kinky as hell! Halleluiah!

He released his grip and I coughed. My hand casually lowers to my thighs and secretively massages my pleasure wound.

I’m sooo horny.

“Want to have sex?” I ask with a weird grin.

“You can be my pet. If you behave, I’ll reward you.”

“And if I’m a naughty pet?” I asked, wiggling my butt.

Braven’s eyes widened. “Uh…then I’ll abandon you. I order you to stay away from that girl.” He lifted his shirt.

He’s showing me his bare, muscular and scarred chest. Are those bite marks? Sooo kinky!

“Your little angel did this to me. She bit into my flesh with vacant eyes. She may act like an angel, but her true nature is that of a demon.” His eyes darkened with passionate rage. “The road I travel is one of constant strife and loss.” He outstretched his muscular arms. “Are you willing to go with me into the depths of Hell?”