It blended so very perfectly with the bells and the flutes that it was as though an angel was going through a very satisfying pleasure activity!
That massive pressure made him much more vulnerable to the hypnotic sound attack which rapidly filled his mind and made him very, very groggy.
His entire soul began to cry out with joy!
"No! I will not let this happen! That's not the voice of an angel, that's the voice of the devil! A sultry succubus! Yes! A sultry, big-breasted, slender-waisted… ohh… ohh… NO!!!!"
With a deep sense of urgency, he drew his dagger and stabbed down on his leg to use the pain to jar his mind awake.
Piak!
He looked down, and saw that his hand was empty.
His eyes traveled slowly to his waist where he kept his dagger.
Didn't he just take the dagger out? Why was his hand empty?
