Nicholas

　　Erina hung suspended in my little playnet. Her silk-like hair pooling onto the floor in all its black glory. Her brow-eyes glazed, lust still clouding their beautiful gaze. Her cheeks and body were still bright pink from my brothers' ministrations.

　　She was beautiful.

　　Deep inside her gaze, a glitter of fear watched me. How could she be afraid of me still? I'd told her she was mine, I'd warned her of what was going to happen, what had to ...