Chapter 11: Chatting with the shrink

Immersed in the cold water up to his knees, Matt had a hard time focusing on what to do next. He was looking down at his bare foot but could not remember why that was important. His Lady had called him, she had called him using the power which linked her will to his heart and he wasn’t there for her. He had failed her. And then, when he had finally reached her, his presence was no more relevant. Feeling on his shoulder all the weight of his failure, Matt bent his knees to seat in the tube, and in the moment the water engulfed him, a scream erupted from his throat without control. His legs had adjusted to the freezing water inside the tub, but that was not true for his chest and lungs. His body instantly stood up and Matt saw his Lady’s window lighten up. A black figure appeared inside the window frame.

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Chapter 10: White night

The English adventures of Delia continue. The subject is adult oriented. Read it forward only if you are 18 years old or more.

Far, far away from the Western Forest, the night proceeded quietly along her path towards the sunrise. A plump, happy baker was whistling and kneading the dough. From time to time, the rosy man stopped his work to straight up his back and observe, through a small window, the contour of his bride reading a book by the candlelight in their bedroom, on the other side of the courtyard. He had married after long years of bachelorhood, all spent focusing on working to increase his wealth and so being able to marry whatever girl he fancied the most. At the eve of his fifties, the baker had decided that it was rich enough and, on a visit to the local market town, he had come home with the lovely heighten years old innkeeper’s daughter as his bride.

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Chapter 9: Mr Badguy (2/2)

The English adventures of Delia continue. The subject is adult oriented. Read it forward only if you are 18 years old or more.

Mr Badguy made a wide gesture with his arm and Delia followed, seeing that all the hill was lighted by hundreds and hundreds of small, colourful lights. Down at the hill foot, were several tents, tables and guest, dressed and shaped in the most extravagant ways. The music and chants rose from there to the hill top. Delia was breathless.

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Chapter 9: Mr Badguy (1/2)

The English adventures of Delia continue. The subject is adult oriented. Read it forward only if you are 18 years old or more.

Delia was bouncing inside the tomcat sack, carried away as if she was a piece of ham by that dark, malicious creature who had appeared in her room. For what she knew, he could well have the intention to eat her in one bite once they reached his den. Right after the cloth had fallen upon her, the creature had tied up the sack mouth and loaded her on his back. She had felt the bed moving away from her, and the sack rubbing against the cat’s back. After a quick jump from the bed, they had posed motionless, balancing on the edge of something. Maybe it was the window sill because she felt the warmth of the house on one side and the cold night air on the other. Then, with a formidable jump, she had unwillingly left the safety of the sorceress’ home for the branch of a tree.

Now she was bouncing at breakneck speed, on the shoulder of an unfriendly beast. She could not say how much time had passed, how many miles they had covered when, finally, the running stopped and the sack was lowered on the ground.

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