Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

Solved all the ribbon tied on the nape of my neck and I threw it at his feet.

"Well, I want to see every expression you make and enjoy it to the maximum".

"Fun for you, isn't it?"

My biggest problem was that fear is not stopping me. The idea of dying didn't appeal to me. The

less.

"You, dick!" he cried in response. "Did you have fun to make the small detective. You and that whore Ally you had to stay silent".

Swallowed a lump of saliva and I left out a smile nervous.

"Try to stay calm". Davil he took a step forward, but the River stopped him puntandogli again the rifle against.

"Next, let me out if this is what you want". The sfidai, forcing him to bring the weapon on me.

Davil was watching the scene, reflecting probably the best thing to do. But there were no what is right or wrong, we could only bow to destiny.

Our assailant was relaxed, at the height of its power. Completely dressed in black, and horror. She slid her gaze, accompanied by a grin smug, between me and Davil.

"I have a better idea..." And

suddenly, I repented of having spoken. There was nothing in his eyes, not an ounce of what I had drawn when we were together, nor a tear of emotion. It was free, it was nothing more. And he could not wait to take me to the bottom of the dark with him.

"Why don't you strip?" It seemed to me for a moment, you felt bad, but from the face that made Davil including us felt well. "Is this

you like that, huh? Ma

"You're crazy".

But arose the gun towards me and my legs, I shivered. Is not I saw only one way out.

"You're right". He smiled maliardo. "Then why don't you kneel down and take them to juices?"

I distaccai from the library then, and I turned to Davil. He now was incinerating the River with the eyes and the jaw was so pulled in that I was afraid you would be crushed. I was certain that it was about to implode. It was not supposed to go like that.

Then pushed back the tears that threatened to bagnarmi the face and took a long breath.

"Are you here for this?" The irony in my voice was sharp. "You want us to become like you, isn't it? Do you want me to do something that I shouldn't do, something that makes me lower it to your level".

"Kerys..." Davil called my name, on the point of putting himself between me and the River and take a bullet in the chest.

But not him I would have left to do for this one, I passed it at the moment and I parai between the two of them.

"Next," I crossed my arms to the chest. "Ask me please and I will do it". A shot departed from his rifle and I parted almost to the head, but took to smear the arm of Davil forcing him to fold in on itself. The bullet stuck in the wall behind us.

A gasp of pain stridette up to my eardrums, while Davil you brought the hand on the wound to keep it at bay. River smiled at me pleased.

"Please." He put the barrel of

the rifle on his shoulder and looked at me, obsessive, with the face covered by a hatred unparalleled.

"Now," I ordered then. "On his knees".

I was no longer scared, now I was furious. So I gave him the shoulders and I knelt right in front of Davil.

"Kerys..." he said, still full of pain. With the face mixed with an expression of confusion and suffering. "You shut up".

The shooting immediately River. "Or shot in the head". His shirt began to stain with blood, but I tried with all my herself not to think about it. Not had to go so I thought again to myself,

while standing on the fingertips trembling pants black Davil.

I raised my chin to make sure of what he was trying him, only to find that he only had eyes for me. Even with the River at a little distance from him, ready to kill us from time to time, Davil was engaged to look at me.

The case of the pants. In the meantime, the River behind me whistled, amused. From so close, however, I became aware that might not have been so simple. Already only through the cloth, it was clear that it was too much to swallow, literally. I felt his cheeks go on fire at the knowledge that was so impressive.

"Don't do that..." he tried to tell me.

It was me and his fire more primordial, despite everything, was still completely attracted to me. Despite the River to enjoy the scene and the fresh wound on his arm.

And hated even more the River why, if it had not been for him, ready to enjoy the scene, I would have probably enjoyed every moment heat of the moment.

Davil narrowed his eyes. I read on his face the extreme struggle that was taking place in his soul.

In that moment only, we were alone. He and I and that's it. And the River could also observe, judge, ridicule. But the intense pleasure, the desire paroxysmal him that I had in depth and the ichor of fire tonic that we flowed inside could not be shared with others, if not between us. He was an accomplice lust, a secret meant to stay secure because only the parts of ourselves we knew.

"That whore," said River. "If I had known that it was enough to puntarti a rifle on him for a blowjob, I would've done it a long time ago".

His laughter hateful to me rang out in ears. I tried to exclude it, to focus on the one thing that kept me alive in that moment, at least up to that River she found it interesting. But just when I was about to lower his pants, Davil grabbed me by the arm and I pulled up with arrogance. I was surprised of the strength that he had, even with a wound from a firearm.

"That's enough". The rest happened in a matter of a few seconds, so fast that the fatigue I was behind their movements.

With all the violence that it had in the body, Davil used his good arm to push me against the shelves on the right, with big strides devoured the

the space that separated him from the River, which, startled by the unexpected gesture, and raised it up to the barrel of the gun with the movements clumsier. I was certain that he was about to shoot, its index would reach the trigger and all would have had a bullet in the heart.

But Davil was faster, he took advantage of his surprise, and she slipped off from his hands with his good arm, then used the butt of the weapon to hit him in the stomach. River leaned on himself for the pain.

"This is for being a pervert's cock".

"Like if you it was not, ugly son of a bitch". "And you will not firing," he added with Davil, a prey to anger, "because I am sure that in th cell will be happy to make you pass of the worst." With a sharp blow to

head, Davil made him fall to his feet.

River poured unconscious on the floor. I was burrowed against the library, back in the knee, a hand against his mouth. I watched Davil put the safe on the rifle, and then put by the arm and pull out the phone. I felt the name of Cavanough, but for the rest couldn't tell hardly what he was saying. I felt the word dead. I realized in that moment that the reason we were left alone and in the silence was that all the other people present in the room, had been killed. I felt the word wounded.

The head was begi