1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior


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    decision...........................permanent. You came.......................us save Aali....................have made..............ions, but then................od one.” Christy listened, even if she could only hear a few snatches of his voice as tears ran down her cheek. “....right one............your he...............ima is under....................don't kno.................You made..............................can only...........you'll................right decision..................you. Come back..................you can't help................come................you.” The message ended. “Does he still care about me? Or does he hate me?” she asked Iris. I do not know. But the road is long. You still have long to travel. Christy wiped at her cheeks, sniffing, and continued walking down the path. A flicker of hope kindled in her heart. Kyle cared enough to call. Maybe it isn't over between them. Her steps felt a little lighter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ South Hill, WA “She landed in Hokkaido this morning,” Principal Burke, her new master, said as he unhooked her whipped body. Every part of Zaritha hurt. He had sorely used her. His filthy seed dripped out of her pussy and ass. He removed the first nipple camp. She screamed in pain as the blood flowed back into her numb, sensitive nub. He chuckled, then plucked the other one. The pain was worse than the whipping, even worse than when he first put on the clamp. “You should get going,” he grinned, pinching her abused ...
    nipple. “I want her dead and I want the artifact she carries in my hands.” “Yes, Master!” she sobbed, the bracers on her wrists wouldn't allow her to give any other answer. “Then go!” She stumbled up the stairs. A hatred so deep and black filled her. She hated her new Master for all the torments he had inflicted on her, hated Aaliyah for surviving and landing her in this mess, hated Fumi for walking free in Japan. And she hated herself. Zaritha had always thought she was strong, powerful, able to withstand any pain. How wrong she was. Burke had used her in ways she hadn't even dreamed of. He took delight in every cry of pain he extracted from her flesh, reveling in her humiliation and torment. The louder she had cried, the harder he had fucked her. His stamina was inhuman. She had lost counts how many times he had spilled his seed in her holes. Soiling her. She needed to be pure fire. The moment she was out his house, she turned into a pillar of flames, burning away his foul seed, the pain and humiliation vanishing as she became her true essence. She streaked across the sky, blazing like a comet. The Pacific Ocean streaked beneath her as the air roared past her. She almost felt free, but even composed of flames, she could still feel her slave bracers chaining her to Burke's will, almost dragging her across the sea to Hokkaido. To the little bitch. Her flames burned even hotter. She would consume Fumi, Aaliyah, and Kyle. And all his concubines. She would reduce them all to ash for ...
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