“What makes you think he’ll talk?” her cameraman asked as he attached the mic to her blouse. It was just a slight pressure, a tickle, but that was the point. Xxx Each climax threatened to erase a little more of her sense of self, her lewd nectar washing away her identity like crashing waves wearing down stone. There were plenty of rumors that the Misato syndicate was involved, not that she could do anything with that. During WWII, a similar operation had been started to counter and follow Hitler’s research into the occult, but was decommissioned due to lack of results. “Get out,” one of them growled. This decision was made due to curiosity, Dominion’s desire to see what the ultimate avatar of evil would look like, if he were to take the word “nightmare” and forge it into a solid form.
