But that was not all that scared him. At every moment of every day, the beast was watching him. With flesh as black as coal, curled horns like a goat, blood-red eyes, and a persistent growl in its throat, the demon that Dominion had attached to Wilson never left him in peace. He saw it in the corner of every room, in the reflection fetish of every mirror. It stared at him, its gaze filled with indescribable malice. Each night, he did everything he could to look away, to not meet the eyes glowing in the dark like a pair of lit cigarettes. Whenever he stopped working, it would growl louder. His wife and children had no idea what was scaring him so horribly, why he constantly shuddered feet and averted his gaze. They couldn’t see it, even when it stood right behind them when they all ate dinner. Wilson’s hair had turned white, his body was losing pounds by the day, and all of his fingertips were wrapped in bandages from biting his nails, a habit he had spontaneously picked up. He had been working almost nonstop to find the mirror, pulling every string he had, using every connection, and asking favors from people he had never even met before. It would be 2:00 am, and he’d be calling a possible lead, begging them not to hang up and praying they had information. Massive silver mirrors were hard to find in this age, almost all mirrors using aluminum. When he finally tracked one down, he wept in relief. It was not cheap, but he would have paid any price. The mirror in question had been found in the closet of a Connecticut mansion, seven feet tall and four feet wide with an ornate wooden frame. It was supposedly from the 17th century. Curiously, it was the one mirror that the demon would not appear in. Foot Rather, it stood behind it, no longer growling. It seemed satisfied. Now he was making the drive down the bumpy road to Senner, his erratic speed due to his inner conflict, rather than the rocks and potholes. He wanted to get rid of this mirror as soon as possible, to be rid of this demon, but no matter how well he had wrapped and packed the mirror in the back of his truck, one wrong jostle might crack it, and he knew his “client” wouldn’t be forgiving. He at last broke through the sea of trees, but found nothing but destruction. The town had been leveled, the frigid winds blowing away the lightest ash and leaving the heavy charcoal in vast piles of blackness. The only thing that remained was the Senner statue in Town Square, with Dominion sitting on its base, having received word from his pet demon that the mirror was on its way. twinks He had been feeding for the past eight days, asian hunting down every human in the wild and picking the landscape clean. His powers were now several times greater, but more importantly, the more souls and spiritual energy he could consume had also increased. The more he ate, the stronger he got, and the stronger he got, the more he could eat. Wilson stopped the truck in front of the statue while trying to maintain what he hoped to be a safe distance. This time Keith had brought the beer. He pulled in and out a few times twinks before going as deep as he could. No one said a word. My back was now turned to the old lady but I didn’t care right then. I groaned, my pussy clenching. "God! Eager to please their mistress and fulfill any perverted fetish command given them. Gabby understood for Manuel and her it had a slightly different meaning. “Yes!” I gasped, my cunt squeezing asian tight about him. As a result, she was always insecure and jealous. And feet to top it off, she was glistening from sweating, and was wet! Shit!” I stammered when language reentered my brain. “That’s it, Rachel,” I said grabbing ahold Foot of her waist as her moans grew louder.