Nicholas

　　I missed Erina's long black hair. The contrast of it and her skin had been a thing of beauty. It made me want to find the monster that had cut it, and rip his throat out. Fear glittered in her eyes. She wasn't certain if she could handle my whip, but I knew she could. Her greedy little cunt drooled for attention. Obviously, the rest of the pack had failed in satisfying her. I pressed the bulbous end of the dark green whip deeper into her. The first finger width ...