Chapter 62

The excruciating pain erupted as the knife dug into her forehead moving slowly across her eye down to her cheek. Screaming and yelling as tears covered her face. Slapped a few times by the man on top of her, she could feel him enter her. Hoping to die soon as it looked as if her dead daughter was judging her with the eye still open gazing upon her. Her mother was shot as the sound the revolver went off bang thankful her mother was gone still hoping for her death will come soon.

Just as the third man was placing himself between her legs a women's voice from behind the man "that is not nice." The man turned to look at the person behind him just as the two hands grabbed hold of his head turning it like an owl would turn its head. The man dropped dead to the side of Amity, as she watched the other two men trying to get up from the campfire they had set up. One by one they died, with one having is throat ripped out. The last man who was the one her cut Amity and first to rape her, first being kicked in the balls as his eye seemed to bulge out from his head the figure looked at Amity than repeatedly punched the man in the face as it caved in.

I placed my finger tracing the scar. Wanting to ask what happened as the tears seemed to run down both of our cheeks. I softly grabbed her behind her head brought her closer to me. I kissed the scar from her forehead to her cheek. Finally placing my lips onto hers, hearing the sniffs from the crying I hugged her tightly as her tears flowed.

Vixen walked in a few hours later or hours, walked right up to me as Wattie walked in behind her just entering the door. Vixen wrapped her arms around me and just by reflex alone I wrapped my arms around her. She held me tight, I could see Wattie shaking his head with a smile. Vixen pulled back with tears running down her face.

"Brother" is all she said as she hugged me tighter, backed up grabbed Wattle's hand walked back out the door.

I finally realized whose place this was after all the world around me started to break from reality then become clear. It was Daria's flat, apartment, home, or whatever people call it. It was clearly her place. Now that I could honestly see the décor of Jazz with a little southwestern touch for a reminder of her home I could only guess.

She had shown me how to do some of the basics with the system like putting it in private mode for she also put her place in private mode. After a few more drinks and small talk, I moved closer to Daria. Talk about what we could do for the future and how my life will change but mostly rambling about stupid shit that just flashed in my head. I was close enough to put my finger to her lips to quiet her. She stopped talking; I placed my hand on hers walked her to the bedroom. Slowly undressed her, letting her clothes fall to the floor. She stood there letting me be the Master for the last time as an outsider. I took off my shirt then my pants, leaving them on the floor next to her clothes. I did not need much to get excited with Daria for she had been that girl of my dreams for the past two years.