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Though even if it was a stupid realisation to have after what she was doing, the sight of his thick and mostly flaccid penis pointing right at her face wiped away all her previous thoughts and desires. It was only a few inches away from her face and it was beginning to grow. She knew she shouldn’t stare and that she should run back to her bed, but she was mesmerised. With only her hand rubbing the hair above and her slow and hot breath blowing on it, it steadily stretched forward and up right towards her face.

Still, she made me nuts. When the class would be working on an in-class assignment, she would float around the room, answering questions and offering advice. She always paused at my desk, squeezed my shoulder or rubbing it a little and ask if I needed help. I thought she kept touching me longer than she did with the other kids, massaging my shoulder or sliding her hand down to the middle of my hunched over back. I would break out in a sweat whenever she touched me, and my cock, which was in the teenage stage of always being semi hard, would become rigid and strain against the fabric of my underwear and pants.

He raised his gun and put a round between her eyes, causing Bojena to collapse like a puppet with its strings cut. All of the illusory bullets he hit her with before made her flinch in momentary fear, but this was different. At that moment, she felt death in all of its horror. She felt the darkness, the chill, the metallic taste of the end. This man, she had heard so many rumors about him, and he had defeated her so easily, but now she was left to wonder, was Death itself standing over her?