#tw; kidnapping

[terrence-silver]

What would Terry (all eras) do if beloved was kidnapped? Say the perpetrators leave a ransom note wanting money and a polaroid of Beloved with a busted lip or something… I’d like to see how you think he’d react

I don't think anyone should validly antagonize a former military man who used to be a Green Beret and it's highly implied he was a Spec Ops too back in Vietnam. Not withstanding that he's a martial arts master as well and a ferocious one at that. One who quite literally believes in no mercy --- and even though Terry Silver's army training is undoubtedly very much left underexplored, just basic logic demands that if someone his got abducted and violently taken, this man would be more than capable of going out there and personally retrieving them if push came to shove. Like, I firmly believe that. All of his talk about awakening 'killer instincts' aren't in vain seeing as how I feel and it's very much an indicator of what he's willing to do and what he has, undoubtedly, done before. Sure, a man of his wealth and connections could very well hire investigators, alert authorities or pay private professional hitmen to do the job for all we know --- but no --- stuff like this, I think Terry would want, need and love to do it personally. With fierce vengeance at that.

These kidnappers striked first and drew blood when they hurt beloved.

[lovelylostminds]

@sah1x1s as plotted

Since her encounter with Alex, she had been on edge, constantly paranoid. The only place she had felt safe was at home.

As she prepared dinner, she finally allowed herself to relax, unwinding to the point where she didn't notice she wasn't alone. Suddenly, before anything was said, a shiver ran down her spine as Alex's voice filled the silence.

“You thought you could be free of me? You thought you could get rid of me?” It felt like she had entered a nightmare as Charlotte slowly turned to face Alex. He quickly shoved her against the wall, his arm across her throat restricting her breathing.

“You think you can let someone else touch you? You’ll always be mine, Charlotte, and I will always be in your mind,” he seethed at her. His fingers curled in her hair and he slammed her head against the wall. She reached out to push him away, to fight, but it only seemed to enrage him further. The next time her head hit the wall, she blacked out.

“There she is,” his voice brought her back. She was no longer in her home but somewhere else entirely. “Now I will make sure you remember me. Every time you close your eyes, every time you kiss him, every time he touches you, you will remember me.” His hands closed around her throat, squeezing tightly until spots danced in her vision before he released her, allowing her to breathe. His twisted game had begun.

Everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Her body was covered in bruises, burns, and cuts when she finally came to, in an alleyway, as far as she could tell. Beyond that, she couldn't remember what had happened. In the distance, she heard gasping and a ringing tone before she passed out again. The next time she woke, it was to bright lights and noise. Her eyes settled on someone at the far end of the room.

“Where am I?”

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fiddauthor divorce arc speedrun <3

After 30 years of searching for his lost brother through demonic rituals and summonings, Ford has become a bit of a notorious demon collector over the years. He's made a LOT of deals with MANY different demons over the years; from minor and harmless little entities to big and powerful overlords. Most of the time, these deals aren't really a one-way situation, so a lot of demons have a strong grip on him just as much as he does on them. It often ends up being a mutual sort of destruction, as in: "I know I'm but a mere mortal trifling with things I couldn't begin to fathom, and I know you will destroy me eventually; but I don't care as long as I get to destroy you too." He just needs to live long enough to find his brother.

The red hands are essentially pieces of himself (his soul, you could say??) that he wields as his method of restraint to the demons he has "tamed" so far. They act as a leash to contain each demons' powers, and he can loosen or tighten his hold on them as much as he wants. The number of hands required to contain a demon really depends on their individual strengths, but 3-4 hands are already very energy consuming.

YES, I gave all of his demons stupid names. SUE ME.

[bunnygirllover45]

possession.

[danascullysjournal]

“Oh, Archivist.”

It’s finished! Nikola Orsinov kidnapping Jon sent me spiraling so I had to paint it. The horrors he endures😵‍💫🥺 poor Jon. I don’t think the creators meant to have the wax figures melting but that’s how it is in my head

Detail below:

[aledommty5]

"it hurts, it hurts, it hurts" 🤝 "fucking cry for me then"

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry react if his beloved was eerily calm in a situation when he kidnaps her; he has her chained to the bed blindfolded and she’s calm, talking to him in a normal manner as if they were having a conversation 😏

Not falling for it; he knows these tactics. He's been in the army.

Sees right through it; the understated psychological warfare of it. It's an attempt of a hostage to subtly negotiate and eclipse a kidnapper (the man in charge holding all the power) by being the supposed 'voice of reason'; to get him to put down his guard by addressing him calmly, by being overly levelheaded, seemingly willing to talk, hoping it'll get through to him one way or another. That it'll put him under control somehow. But, there's no getting through to him. No putting him under control. If anything, he's quietly amused by how much of a stoic his beloved is right about now. Doesn't do anything to dissuade him in any sense. Doesn't sober him away from his intentions. Doesn't make him quit what he's doing. He might even play into it and go along with it because it's too amusing. If anything, it serves to turn him on even more, because my, my isn't his beloved so very smart. Just not smart enough. Because if they were smart enough, they wouldn't be chained to his bed and blindfolded right about now. Then again, he doesn't blame them. Ain't easy to outsmart Terry Silver.

[fawningvictim]

“you can take it” while im sobbing and screaming for them to stop

[suicideassistance]

Darling, There is no "stopping."

You left your house wearing a skirt and no panties. I found you walking alone in the woods. Leaving a scent trail with your soaked thighs, you call any predator to take you like an animal in heat. Now you want to cry out for rescue. No, baby.

You're going to take every inch of me like a good rape toy. And if you deliver what you display, I may spare your pathetic life.

[dead-body-in-the-basement]

and a juice

[nemesyaaa]

buffalo 66' au ! old!serial killer!rafe x young!sugardoll!reader (how they met, and their first night together.)

you were red and you liked me 'cause i was blue. but you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky.

warnings : lmfaooo this part always killing me but here it is....rafe being 90% of the warning part and the menace he already is, kidnapping, daddy issues, urge of sexualing your own self, slight of stockholm syndrome, dubcon, smut, dark!rafe, violence, mentions of threats, r being a missing girl, age gap, size difference, choking. rafe being mean to the reader. slight of daddy kink. sick attitude. dirty talk. attention whore. just minors DNI. (why it's bigger than my grocery list actually...). please carefully pay attention to the tags !!?

author's note : it's my first time writing a dark fic so don't expect too much 🙏🏿 you can read this without watching buffalo 66.

some girls were the trailer park princess, and others the queen of the gas station.

as the girl of the gas station, you were there all day on the road of these men much older than you, who had and drove pretty vintage cars who were literally bigger than you. those rich daddies surely had more money than your poor father who was always sitting behind the desk of his shop waiting for the night.

your father never gave you any attention, not even a look, he didn't care about what you did on your summer days as long as he never saw you. so you stayed all day at your playground queendom across from the pitiful, filthy motel where you lived. because here at least the men were looking at you.

of course they were looking at you, you always gave them something to look at with your tiny dresses that showed your naked thighs, your tits pressed together in that backless top. you always dressed in that soft and milky blue shades. as the sea and the sky, you were blue.

while their wives found you sick, you could feel their stares every time you leaned down to grab the keys that they forgot to give you each time. you could feel their eyes completely charmed by the way your summer dress rode up above your ass, and your panties stuck out.

fully bent over, you could hear the groans of these old men, the way they forced their hands themselves to not touch you when you wanted nothing more than to see them give in to the young temptation that you were.

you had a power in them and you loved to see them completely crazy.

you worked as a gas pump attendant. in reality, you did it behind your father's back because it allowed you to stay in the company of these men who only had eyes for you.

you always put on a show for them, and it always worked because you were irresistible.

but there was this guy every time, a regular customer, cold and short-spoken who never spoke to you.

he had a beautiful and luxurious car and you always wondered what job he did to drive such an incredible vehicle, and to spoil you so much with all this money.

he never said thank you for your service. after all, you were paid for it. his eyes were blue as you. he could park and glare at you for hours, sitting deep in his seat, a cigarette stuck between his opened lips.

he was so much older than you, so much to the point it was indecent. when you had first seen him, you had melted like sugar.

as you were coming back from the ice cream parlor, your lips sucking that delicious vanilla ice cream, you sat on the edge of the gas station, right in front of his car, your legs completely spread, white cream melting and dripping between your thighs. he rubbed his painful boner through his boxer.

you were sick, you let him look at you with this completely perverted stare while you let chunks of ice fall into your cleavage.

his eyes were all over you, but this time it was different, because this time it was him who was thinking about you while touching himself. this time it was him who was sick about you , him who had all these furious ideas about you. he pumped himself so hard, biting his lips harshly. and you continued your depraved show, while he jerked off, his big cock shaked and leaked in his own hand, his thick and already experimented fingers moved around his length faster and faster, the sweaty and dirty sound of his balls slapping, the squeaking noises of his chair, his arched back making the chair shaking. you thought of the veins of his dick engorged of blood pulsated against his hefty strength. that was enough to make you fully wet.

you wanted nothing more than to make this old man reach for you. but the problem was, you were too young and naive to know how mad he was, and what he really wanted to do with a pretty doll like you.

you stood up when you finished your ice cream, putting your dress back on neatly, and leaned down, leaning your porcelain princess arms over his car window.

you shuddered when he spread his cum on your face without any warning, smeared the remains of vanilla ice cream over your sloppy lips gloss with lick of drool.

he pushed his big thumb against your little mouth, pushed it into an o shape, and you closed her to start licking up the drops of his cum.

but like every time he came here, he never spoke to you. you had just seen the car leave, while you still had the taste of him on your lips. it was rude.

the next day, your father sent you out to do some groceries on a sweltering hot summer day, tired of seeing you around doing nothing. what he didn’t know was that this was probably the last time he saw you. and even shoupe that you had seen earlier in the morning, and who had told you to be careful, something with a killer around.

when you were done with the grocery, you started walking through the empty parking lot.

you thought you were alone, even though there were a few empty cars.

but it was a mistake, a terrible mistake that you were going to regret.

“didn't shoupe tell you to be careful this morning, sweetheart ? because i'm pretty sure, he did. ”

you screamed when the man grabbed you by the waist, pressing your little ragdoll body against his chest much stronger. the stranger quickly covered your mouth, and bruised your pretty lips with violence without any caring, shoved down his fingers between them to the point that you almost choked with your own breath and saliva.

“ you hurt..me…! ” you tried to say with a lot of difficulty, as his firm grip crushed against your breasts.

“ not yet actually, doll. but i promise, i will if you continue to fight. so beware, or i will fucking kill you. not a threat, sweetheart. it's a promise. “ and you knew that even god couldn't save you at this time.

you tried to bite him, but your teeth barely touched his skin. his lips hovered above your ear, you could hear his deep older voice warned you.

" bite me one more time, and i will break you. i love wrestle with you little girl, but i think you will really hate the way i fight. because when daddy fight sugardoll, he kills. and tiny things like you are so easy to wreck. and you dont want to die today, right ? you're too young for that. do you got it ? nod if you got it, yes. smart baby, understand easily that she needs to listen and not fucking run away. ”

his strength was heavy. you had stopped resisting a few minutes ago, even when he put you in his car.

he started driving, with a smirk, he looked in the rearview mirror before telling you.

“ what's the matter, sugardoll ? don't want to put a show for me, anymore ? ”

he had taken you to a shitty old motel down the road, where no one would be able to pick you up here. you knew he was intelligent, you knew it because you understood that every time he came to see you, he tried to learn more about you, but not to know you no, but to know when would be the right time to kidnap you. you knew it because he had stalked you carefully.

he had tried to tie you up while you tried to struggle one last time. but he had grabbed your jaw so violently that you felt your face shiver in his hands. “one more move, and i’ll show you how dolls are really treated, how i have no fucking bother to kill a tiny thing like you. ”

“i’m not going to run away.”

"i know.” he shushed you with a sick evil smirk. “ but it's not because you don't want to, sugardoll .but more because you can't.” he said, while releasing your jaw.

“ that's the small but important difference. i kidnapped you. do you even know what it means ? "

you started to cry, tears running down your cheeks.

“ you want a real reason to cry? fine. i can do that for you. i kidnapped you but you want to know the big part of all this? is that no one will come for you. your father doesn't love you , and that's why you work in this stupid gas station. you love the attention of these men so bad that you feel obliged to sexualize yourself to feel desired but me, i wanted you the first time i saw you. i let you do it, i let you play with them, but now it's all over. since i own you, this game is fucking over. ”

“shoupe will come after me ! ”

“but maybe you won’t be around to see it anymore.” he looked at you, and shushed your tears, while staring in your wet eyes. “ yes, i really like when you give me those tears, cry to me, little girl i'm the only men that really got you. ”

you glared at him as if he had fallen from the sky.

“ but now you have to be careful, don’t get on my nerves. i know it's hard for you, but don't do stupid things. ”

he placed your hand on his lower back, where you had felt the metallic coldness of the gun. and you shivered.

"yes, you got it. don't ever get on my nerves.”

“ how can i get on your nerves ? you don't really seems like a bad guy. more like a sweet guy ? ”

“ i'm not. and i'm not trying to be so watch your mouth. “

“ but i really think you are. can i hug you ? ”

“ try it, doll, literally try it. just try to touch me, i dare you. and i bet you will never tell me i'm the sweetest guy again. ”

“ can you at least bathe me ? ” you asked seriously.

“ jesus, do you think i'm your slave or whatever ? do you forget which position you are in ? in the captive one. so do not ask me those stupid things again. and don't try, no, never try to run away because, i can promise you that when i will find you, it will not be a pleasant time for you. and not even a little, but to the point, you will ask me to kill you. and i will be in a mood to accept your request ? yes, me. ”

you nodded as the kind and little girl you are who cannot argue against this tall man. he released your small face, and you were bathing alone. while you were taking your bath, alone in the tub, you heard rafe on the phone without being able to understand what he was saying but after that call, he left the room.

you had decided to buy some food with the little money you had at the food and drink vending machine.

with a happy smile, you went back up, hoping to please him. but you had found him on the chair in front of the TV.

“look, what…”

“i think you’re really nice. but not at your own good, sugar. ”

“ i just wan…”

“ get on the bed, now. ”

he couldn't help but relaxing when he saw how your blue dress was so tiny, already showing your soaked underwear.

" no whining. " he said as he shoved himself deeply in your tight abused cunt, your ragdoll body pressed down in the mattress, his thick stronger arms hugged your small waist, while thrusting harder and harder, your walls clenched around his fat cock. you can felt the size growing bigger in your wettering pussy, as he turned you into a real crybaby, tears flowing down your cheeks. you were caged by his beefy and muscular body on the bed, gasped on the edge. “ you wanted to act like a big girl ? then take it like a big girl. no fucking whining, i'm just giving you what you want. ”

he was literally buried inside you, snapping your hips, moving in and out. the atmosphere was hot, you felt the heat, there were trails of saliva around your mouth. “stop whining babydoll, daddy is not at his worse actually. and you don't want to see this happen.” you wanted to hate him but it was like you appreciated him being so mean to you, your pussy was dripping, your fluids drenching him, your sticky walls surrounded his girth. " yes, that's it. pull up some juices for daddy, make it easier for him to destroy you. "

everytime you runned away from him, he lifted your head with a grunt, and with a wild thrust inside of you, making you drip even more as his glistening tip reached your spot, the dirty and wetness sound of his moves echoed in the room, your body trapped against his taller one.

with a hand on your throat, you were arched to the point where he could see your wetted eyes rolled up. "try to run away again, and you will have the fucking pleasure to be a momma, as well as a missing girl. i'm not asking you to take my cock better.” he said with a threat. “ no, i'm telling you to do it as your fucking job. ”

all teary, you could bet that rafe didn't know how big he was for telling you this. you were trying your best actually. he was rutting in you, holding your tiny size with one big hand, getting so feral everytime he saw your small body twitching when he pushed himself further. your moans were loud, as your squirted more than one time on him, your dripping walls clamped his hard cock. even when your third orgasm flowed against your bulging pussy, creating a mess at the surface, he continued.

" you know sugardoll, you better work faster for my cum, because i will only stop when i will see how creampie your pussy is for my dick.”

he stuffed your puffy messy cunt, while your pumped his fingers who slidded deep down in your throat, your warm and bullied tongue fighting to not dropped them.

you slobbed more with the overstimulation. you felt like this man was insatiable. rafe loved to see you, his sugardoll in pain, taking so much for him.

when he finally stopped teasing you, and fighting himself to not cum, and clearly toying you, he exploded, making you cried out. all your body was filled with spasms.

you expected something from rafe when he pulled out, a little soft spot, or at least, just one look but he just went to the bathroom. alone.

you expected him to be sweet for you, like the sugar you were for him. and you knew, that you will work for this later.

when he came back, you looked at him, always attracted by his charisma, the way he made you felt so tiny by his big size, the way he was old enough to make you feel like a little girl, just the way his raised voice made you feel so small.

“ can i sleep with you ? ”

“ whatever. just don't touch me. ”

“ you're not gonna be my big spoon ? “

“ what the fuck is this ? i'm not gonna be your spoon. jesus, can you just sleep and not ask for any stupid things that you think i will do because you're already so obsessed with me ? and give me your hands. ”

he tied them up on the bed with your little blue ribbon.

“ just in case you think you can escape me. ”

“ i can't sleep like that ! ”

“ i fear it's not my fucking problem, sugardoll.”

“ fine. i will talk and talk all night. ”

“ i can fuck you all the night too. but one of us will not survive this. so stop being so damn annoying. ”

“ what if i want to pee in the middle of the night ? ”

“ you're strong enough to hold it. and you fucking better be strong enough to hold it. ”

“ why are you so mean to me ? why you kidnapped me ? ”

“ sugardoll, listen to me. look at me, yes. eyes on daddy right now. i swear, and you need to listen carefully because i will tell you once, just once, so your dumby brain need to pay attention, if you're talking another time, even if i see your lips moving, just a twitch, i will put my dick right in your mouth, making you suck it for without a break until the sun rises again. and i can promise you that after, you will never talk to me because you will never be able to open that mouth again. do you got it ? nod your head if you got it, doll.”

and you nodded.

as a doll, you were conditionned to listen to your owner, even if he was so mean to you. but you were as soft as sugar, always melted around, already thinking he was the best guy around.

“ sweet dreams, sugardoll. ”

i promise one day i will write something very good, just give me a chance. i think the only sweet thing in this work, it's rafe calling r " sugardoll ", he's so mean please 😭😭 i think i make him a little too dark to the point, i'm questionning about how he can be sweet to the reader now ????? but i guess, it's part of the game. tysm @bunnyrafe and @fae-of-prey me a lot !

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was a survivor of the Titanic and apparently knew everything that had happened during that disastrous night, so an evil organization kidnapped me and put me in suspended animation so I wouldn't spill it to anyone.

[konigsblog]

Kidnapper-König and his perverse torture methods. (🌽 link)

CW: NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, DARK FICTION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

König doesn't see anything wrong with his cruel behaviour. Of course, he's not completely oblivious and delusional - he knows that it's illegal, but regardless, he craves control over someone like yourself. You're so meek and quiet, shuffling away from his lustful touch when he attempts to pull you in close. It almost always ends in König's large, gloved hand around your ankle, dragging you in close to hold you down.

To König, you're everything he wants. His heart breaks every time you squirm away from him. All he wants to do is dote on you, kiss your cheeks, and slide into your slick hole slowly and carefully. He'd rut into you while pressing soft, tender kisses down your neck and shoulder, preparing you to take his offspring. That's all he desires, a loving family he can call his own.

But, of course, you put up a fight. König gets frustrated at your behaviour more than he likes to admit. He attempts to hold himself back, but it's inevitable. You're awoken to König's calloused hand slapping your face awake, the tightness on your wrists and ankles already sending you into flight or fight mode. Looking down, you can see that you're chained to a chair, with a vibrator against your little clit, naked and exposed to your kidnapper once again. Your breathing quickly picks up, worry visible across your face. Fuck, König has been so excited to introduce this new form of torture to his beloved captive, to throat fuck you and hear your muffled screams, to feel the vibrations against his swollen cock while you squirm and whimper out pitifully.

Before you're able to react, König turns the sex toy on. The sensitivity slowly begins to increase as he drags his thumb across the remote, placing it in his pocket, out of reach from his victim.

He tightens his grasp on your locks of hair and tilts your head backwards, already shoving his hard, meaty cock down your throat before you can let out a plea for mercy. The sounds of your cries harden König's twitching cock. He gazes down at you, his eyes full of euphoria behind the veil he wears. He knows how much it intimidates you, how you quickly quieten down and become obedient. But, with the vibrator stimulating your sensitive pussy, you can't control the moans that flow from your lips. Your stomach churns with disgust at your body's reaction, your eyes welling with tears and your cunt quickly becoming soaked, juices coating your thighs, leaving your pussy sticky and aroused, a meal for König to devour later.

”That’s it, Mauschen. You’re doing so well.” König's thick length silences your screams, stifling your moans and cries, while the chair beneath you becomes wet with your pussy leaking uncontrollably. His gaze is predatory, stalking his prey, thinking about his next meal when he glances down at your slick hole and the mess you've created between your legs.

Oh, Liebling, give into him. This is your fate, accept it.

[sibmakesart]

triggered from having his face covered

part 2

[terrence-silver]

"Now i get tò ravish you" please for old Terry, he gives me the impression he would say that after finally kidnapping his beloved after she's popped from him countless times.

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His abductions were always the most amicable things in the world.

Blink and you'll miss it, for someone looking in from the outside, they might not even appear like a basic case of kidnapping; Being led inside by his smartly attired waiting staff after dropped of by an equally uniformed chauffeur addressing you with honorifics, welcomed back with open arms and all smiles, given a change of clothes and the opportunity to freshen up at your own leisure, sitting down with the host of the manor for a good vintage from his private collection and a cooled, tall glass already waiting for you methodically and patiently on your old spot, sharing a supper specifically prepared by his chefs followed up by dessert surrounded by candlelit splendor. Having a chat, like old friends afterwards while all the Michelin star delicacies settle into your gut and his hand sneaks a string of pearls around your neck as a gift, presented to you from a velvet embedded jewelry box commissioned just for you, clasping it at the back, welcoming you home.

Home.

For someone who wouldn't know any better and lacked explicit context, these occurrences had every marker of a classical date. A meeting between lovers. A quaint evening spent with a quaint man. Even if you regaled someone of the events of every time Terry Silver took you (not that anyone would ever believe any force or coercive measures were ever involved in the first place) it was you who would appear insane. Paranoid. Delusional. Mentally ill. An unstable fortune seeker looking to profit by bringing someone's pristine reputation down. Oddly ungrateful. You were wined, dined and wooed? How could you say it was a kidnapping? That you were being trespassed upon in any shape, way or form? Didn't you know making false allegations against an upstanding member of the community was morally repugnant? How could you throw around such dire accusations when you treated so finely? Most people would sell their own front teeth to be treated so well.

You understood it was elaborate gaslighting.

Oh, he was sly. So sly.

He knew exactly what he was doing and he did it so well.

That every time you were packed and cornered into a tinted glass vehicle in the middle of the day with a tone never raised above a kindly suggestion bearing an undercurrent of threats and driven out here, to his mansion Terry made sure he never gave you any reason to complain, bemoan your circumstances or possess any notable ammunition against him that could compromise him in the present or the future. Ever. That he made sure never to be anything but a perfect gentleman. That he made sure every evening was always equally immaculate as well. Every meal. Every drink. Every gesture. Every word directed your way. Every renewed tour of his property to covertly drill point the fact that there's no way off of the premises, just in case you've forgotten and needed reminders. Everything. To the point there were moments where you genuinely doubted your own sanity and perceptions of reality and believed that this was some old Hollywood movie before the invention of Technicolor and cynicism.

That you belonged here, and yet stubbornly kept running away.

Stubbornly kept running away from this infinitely patient man.

Who infinitely kept bringing you back because he loved you infinitely.

Troubled as you were.

By the time the beautiful evening was over and the inevitable came to pass --- bed time --- his bed --- sharing it with him, part of you was almost convinced that that's the way things should be in the great social exchange of things. Nothing was for free, after all. You wanted it. Or did you? Maybe. Yes. No. Not like this. Perhaps precisely like this. You weren't certain anymore. Of what you wanted or why. You were fed, you were lavished with gifts, you were treated enviably well, you were romanced and now you'd get fucked. You always were, whenever he'd bring you here, to him. With a smooth set of hands on your shoulders, caressing you tenderly, up and down, up and down, he beams down at you, close enough to smell, looming over you, brows furrowed in contentment as he guides you were the dragon usually slept, halting at the doorway of his master bedroom. You knew he'd cease being quite so gallant once you'd step over its threshold together. That's when his acting would stop. -"Now, I get to ravish you."- Terry Silver practically purrs, sounding humored. Yes, you supposed he would.

[depraved-gf]