Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

immeasurable that I had of him, like a girl as a

novice. As, in the end, I was. "Go ahead, say it".

"Never."

"You know, little fox..."

his voice was deep and I felt his breath condense on my face. He watched me from above and I saw through the mask that I wore. Then began to speak, with extreme calm.

"There is a desire for evil it is a pity that remains between ambition and imagination. Then there is the joy the pleasure is sinful that can heal the guilt, the regret: there can be satisfied with a crime as long as it is needed for something good."

I let myself be lulled by his words, bowled over. "And then, there we are. The delectatio morosa. From immoratur when the obsession with impure thoughts can be almost as satisfying. Almost".

"What has this to do with me?"

"Is not clear to you?" Reached

my ear with his lips. He pressed his body against mine to such an extent that, almost by instinct, solved all his arms crossed and I aggrappai to his harness. My chest was about to tap her through the fabric of her blouse, but his arousal pressing insistently against my stomach.

"Go of certain thoughts in your head, that is, a temptation.

But it's not so serious until driven away. Why become sin serves the consent of the will. If there is no consent, there is no sin".

"Is your way to tell me that if I had known that you were there behind the mask I'd let you continue?" I muttered barely my words, feeling the shivers run over my skin. He couldn't make me feel bad inside and struck out.

"It is my way to tell you that within you, you wanted to we were I under that mask. And maybe they also knew that it was really so, but not have wanted to admit to yourself."

Ansimai when his fingertips glided up my thigh and

look me a

same that I had on me a little first. All of me recognized.

I clenched my legs.

I was on the point of yielding again to the temptation, now aware of it.

Accept it inside of me, macchiarmi of that sin. I was one step away from eternal hell. But, in that moment, we unleashed

the apocalypse.

A roar of hell spread like wildfire throughout the room. I went into a panic and I stared at the puzzled face of Davil. One shot.

The shouts of the boys in the hall were followed by a barrage of gunfire.

The heart I ended up in the throat. I looked Davil and I began to tremble. It was a shootout, someone was shooting. Then all was silent.

There at the bottom could not be seen. In a moment, the library became silent as it ever had been, and Davil he did the only thing he could do from our location. He stretched his neck and looked over the corner where we were secluded, to try to understand the situation.

He returned immediately on me and approached his body to mine, protective. You brought the finger to lips, in a clear gesture of silence. I had never seen her look so severe.

"What...?" I asked him, in a whisper, terrified.

In his eyes I read the doubt and deeper. It was undecided whether to me or less what she had seen. But then we heard another gunshot, and a window was shattered, and Davil, in front of me, took a deep breath.

"It's River," he muttered, in a whisper barely audible. I looked at him

, puzzled. "He has a gun".

A gasp I sconquassò and Davil was ready to put it to shut up, pushing the palm of the hand against my mouth. Then, we became a whole.

"Stay still," I whispered, completely attached to my ear.

The panic took possession of me. His words to me rang in his ears, felt the shelves to press on his back, his body on him, and the terror I was shaking so much that I was afraid we would have thrown down the entire library.

It has not occurred, but the silence was filled with a strange noise.

Something that will scratch the floors. I could hear his footsteps heading towards us exactly how I felt the muscles of Davil against mine. And among other things, even at that time, still the fulcrum powerful of his virility. A thick against my mount of Venus.

"Try to stay as still as possible and not say a single word".

I wanted to respond to him, nodding my head maybe. But his hand-me prevented, so half-closed eyes. He remained with his head high, to be attentive in listening.

And I, in the meantime, I wondered if that was the River. If you really would be dead as well. The thought of dying really shocking for me. There were still so many things that I wanted to do and so many desires that kep inside of me, for no reason at all I wanted it all ended in that way. I had believed to be dead, locked in those two weeks, unable to move forward. But now that I had just experienced the desire for the forbidden that I had to Davil, I realized more than ever the explosive force of the emotions that I privavo every day. The fear of that moment became the fuel of utmost importance for my desire to live.

The noise of the gun in contact with the wood, he suddenly stopped.

I Looked Davil. The silence was left, more than ever: I felt that we would be discovered soon. And I was sure that River I'm dead, more than anyone else.

Then he fired again, toward the ceiling. And I sussultai, surprise, so strong as to move some books to my shoulders, and let them fall to the ground. "Fuck," he muttered Davil.

But while imprecava I could see behind his eyes to a plan, the thought of what to do. She looked around, seeking a way of escape. But in the end, after a few seconds, loosened the grip on me and then took a breath deep. You walked away.

I immediately understood what he was going to tell me when she raised her lashes at me. Escape would have attracted River and urged him to shoot in bursts, with many more chances to catch us at the moment. So we

firm. We had to deal with it. The only hope we had was to try to talk

him. Do not hesitate. The steps of the River came close to us and in a f moments of me I found myself in front of, one meter from the book that had fallen. Davil not turned around, but I do. I watched him carefully.

He was ready with the barrel of the gun pointed at us, but as soon as you realized that it was me, the lowered and a laugh chilling the sconquassò the throat. Reverberated inside like an echo throughout the library.

"But look who we have here". With the rifle under his arm, slammed the hands together in applause sardonic.

And I Davil, we were frozen in silence. Then the River bent and picked up one of the books fallen, rigirandoselo between the hands. Then threw it away, without worrying about where they would be finished. "What is it, you have nothing to say now, the two of you?"

"River..." Davil pronounced her name through clenched teeth, desperately.

"You... away from her". He pointed the rifle towards Davil. He devoted a quick look, before taking a step back.

I felt my chest shudder in trouble. I was forced to hold me to the library and to stand against a shoulder.

"Take off the mask." Not included the reason for his request, but when he put the cane Davil to me, I did not hesitate to run it.