They had pleasured themselves with the creature the night before her execution, ramming into her (virginal?) anus without any lubrication. Her screams had echoed down the corridor.
The body had been left on the slab. His Lord, under whose employ he (very happily) served, was well-appraised of his preferences. He palmed open the door to the cell. The body had been left on the slab as a reward for him, as expected. He leaned over the table, pinching its jaw open with his thumb and forefinger, tasting copper. His palms traced the lifeless flesh (and he bit back a moan).
By the nobles' standards, Ignes had been young. He fondled cold but still-pert breasts, undoing the buttons on the blouse, while loosening the garment about the corpse's hips.
traced the bruises, which were cool to the touch. Edian inhaled sharply. -find THIS
foot-roasting scene
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