Erina

　　My heart raced, I couldn't take my eyes off Norman when he returned to his table of goodies. The feather had been one thing, the soft delicate vibrations flowing through me, but that bullet? Even though it was obviously on a low setting, the build up it had created was intense. The softness of the device, the positioning. My God, how was I going to survive whatever else he had planned?

　　He came back to me, but whatever he had, it was inside a little black ...