A delicious, tingling warmth spread through Maria as the King in Yellow beckoned, His face aglow with love. XXX
CASSILDA’S SONG
The afternoon sun poured through high, barred windows into the Spartan cell where four naked women waited to die. And he turned back to his preparations. He smiled down at her slavish attentions and utter debasement then lay down on the floor beside her, turning her unresisting body to ravish her arse again. She turned her face to Maria but seemed to stare into a great void behind her as she spoke. The chief warder had only briefly demurred when she requested that Dmitri be kept in restraints after her scheduled interview and left “to sweat” in a holding cell. He snorted and shook his greying curls from his face.
