"I doubt that." Ba'al looks up mild disbelief, like he's caught a child lying. "Here, I'll start: what did I use to heal you?" He straightens and turns all of his attention on Mike. "Why did I not simply let you die? Why bother? What was I doing when you followed me? Why bring you here?" He gestures to the room.
"What do I want from you? Are you a prisoner?" He slowly paces closer in calm measured steps. "Shall I go on?"
The strange itch only gets stronger. Just the movement of cloth over skin becomes arousing. And the arousal does not fade.
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Date: 2018-08-25 04:53 am (UTC)"What do I want from you? Are you a prisoner?" He slowly paces closer in calm measured steps. "Shall I go on?"
The strange itch only gets stronger. Just the movement of cloth over skin becomes arousing. And the arousal does not fade.