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Jenet In The Arena

  • Thread starter The Fallen Angel
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Thank God. Her little heart was beating so fast for those two days and nights. Did she cry out when she felt the cruel tip of that iron spear pierce her chest?

Was it cruel, or was it a mercy? When the spearpoint, firm and sharp, pressed against her taught flesh, she may have welcomed the end. Her body was already pierced by harsh nails, fixing her to the wood, unrelenting torture for days on end. Soft, naked and vulnerable, she had no answer to the spear. Hard, almost masculine, it penetrated her, a final unforgiving lover, possessing her heart, bestowing peace.
 
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