Chapter 94

"Some reason you always beat me to the conversation." Turning her head ever so slightly as I watched her walk away. I always love to watch a woman walk away, for that is one of the best views to watch a woman.

We found Catherine in a room that Daria led me to in a part of the castle that I had seen before in passing. A sensation ran through my forearm. Pain is what it seemed like, but pleasure was the feeling I felt the most. The door opened as we approached it. Reddish orange room with metal furniture laid about with black cushions on some of the furniture. As we proceeded further in, I could see Catherine with what looked to be black leather full-body suit standing next to an object shape of an X. This metal X silver in color object hung low to the floor by heavy-duty chains. The temperature was turned down for I could see my breath as a slight chill overcame me as my body shivered.

Daria handed me a suit all in leather-like fabric, the same one Catherine had on. Daria stripped down to nothing, so I did the same thankfully I did. This suit hugged tightly but the temperature had risen or so it seemed.

Daria PM's: This is our all-weather suit that regulates the body's temperature to stay at the same temperature of 96 degrees. It is useful for wet locations; the material will always keep you dry even if it is pouring down rain. It also will keep your body temperature the same at 98 from 110 Fahrenheit to –10 Fahrenheit

Daria walked behind Catherine PM-ed her then Catherine turned as they communicated in silence. The young woman on the X object came into view when the X eased into a turn. A redheaded woman with her hair that was covering her face by what I could tell placed on the X-shaped object. Strapped down, her wrist and ankles with pegs at her hands to grab onto and small platforms for her feet to stand.

For a minute I thought this was one of Catherine's pets who she was playing with until I noticed as the head slumped to the side. It was the young lady who was from the plane.

I started to walk over "isn't that" booth of my girl quickly moved and looked at me with a look as to say what the fuck are you doing as they put me into their conversation.

Please, King, do not speak out while the interrogation goes on. "What do you mean Interrogation."

Stacks PMed: She is the one that infected you or should I say us. Tagem: Ok? Tagem: What is she then?

Stakes: She is a Demon! From what I have received from our conversation, she took your seed for offspring. Demons have one offspring every three hundred years for what we know of their breeding table. When they find a worthy subject they take their seeds, her words by the way.