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Once upon a time…

there lived a…

Hawke

Her eyes are a mutation A beautiful mutation

It was late when I finally stopped working and reached for the red envelope laid at the edge of the desk I placed it in front of htening secret In fact, its contents were prosaic and vulgar

Soht, I had become so unbearably lonely and unhappy that I had actually craved the forgiving curves of a woman—any woman So I went on the dark net, a place where all depravity is catered for and anything one could possibly wish for is in ready supply I found ned up In that briefI had detested in other men

The intolerable loneliness of that fateful night no longer possessed me, but ever since then a red envelope had arrived once every teeks I’ll admit, I did open the envelopes and look at the photos of those poor girls, h each one was exquisitely beautiful, not once had I been even slightly tempted I skimmed their fresh faces and nubile bodies without interest, so at the extent of my need Never in my life had I paid for a wo one

I didn’t even knohy I still looked Curiosity? Compulsion? But each time I stuffed those photos back into the envelope and threw theivable beast who condemned them to a fate worse than death

With a sigh I tore the envelope open and slid the photographs out My eyes widened What the fuck! I began to shake uncontrollably The photographs fell from my nerveless hands and landed on my desk with a soft hiss

This girl had cast her eyes out and looked back at me

In a daze I picked up the photo and stared at her…ravenously At her enorray eyes, the small, perfectly for lustrous blonde hair that spilled out and lay in curves around her full lips and slender neck

There was so clean and ‘new’ about her, as if she had just co a black bikini and red high heels, her arms at her sides, she stood in a bare rooy Shining Unlucky

I turned the photo over

Lena Seagull

The bitter irony of it did not escape e and vital statistics were displayed in English, French, Arabic and Chinese I let er of any importance To my shock and horror I couldn’t walk away from this one No Not this one

Age: 18

Status: Certified Virgin

Height: 5’9”

Dress Size: 6-8-10

Bust: 34”

Waist: 24”

Hips: 355”

Shoe Size: 7

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Dove Gray

Languages: Russian and English

My hand shook asoutline of her beautiful face How strange, but I yearned for the smell of her skin, the taste of those plump lips I had never known such irresistible desire before I wanted her so bad it hurt At thatI felt it, as if the photo was alive; I had an irief

I snatched my hand away, as if burnt, and frowned at the photo I must not fall under her spell And yet, wasn’t it already too late? The connection was instantaneous, beyond my control I felt desperate to acquire her, brand her with my body And make her mine I turned to my computer screen and tapped in the secret code The encrypted

YES