Deamon explained through the moans that came out of the room.
This was not the first time that Carren had come to receive 'Blessings'.
Apparently, she had a taste and Shaman Gordon who Dylan had looked up to his entire life was her type.
Dylan watched as the old man with his pot belly rammed into the love of his life.
Her moans echoed out, reaching his ears. A mockery of the affection he had shown her time and time again.
It had always been a dream of his to behold the sight of her naked body, but now that all her suppleness was before his face, the only thing he felt from the bottom of his heart, was disgust.
He remembered her laughter.
Every time, he would do something outrageous just to prove his affection for her because he thought she loved and enjoyed it.
However, now that his head felt heavy with clarity, he could suddenly flash back and see the mockery in her eyes.
