She kneeled down on the cold stone floor. She has nothing to cover herself with but her long dark hair. She beautiful, her breasts are firm and round as melons. Her skin is nearly flawless. She is just sixteen. She waits for him in the darkness, in coldness of the empty room. Hours pass, goosepimples appear on her skin. Her lips turn blue. Her pink nipples are hard and erect. She shivers violently. Her legs ache, her back aches, her knees ache she still doesn't move. This is a test. There is a rustle, she sees the movement of a dark robe out of the corner of her eyes.
He stands before her. She dares not look up. "Bella, you waited," he says in his cold high voice.
"Yes master, of course master," She says.
She
feels his cold hand reach down and fondle her breast. He's old
enough to her Grandfather. She doesn't care she loves him. He tilts
her chin up. She looks deeply into is red eyes. She can feel his
breath on her skin.
"You are so beautiful," he says with a
smile. Then he sinks his teeth into face.
