"Don't tell me you still have trust in me."
The professor said to the lady, shooting her one of the cunniest gazes he had ever worn. The lady smiled. Though her face was two weak to keep up with the charade. She was passing out gradually and in no time might collapse.
She used to be the daughter of one of the top Mafias in Chicago before the arrival of the alien machines. She didn't even go to school. She was home-schooling.
If she had been told that she would leave her exotic room and comfy couch, let alone be subjected to such harshness and cruelty, she'd denied.
There was no point in fueling what had waned out. Her gaze had been on the professor for as long as possible and she wasn't ready to take it off.
She hadn't been that close to the man. She wouldn't even mind having sex with him in that pit.
The evil apes had thrown the two of them into the pits. Twas quite hard to tell what there contention was.
