Dear mother, it's me, your son… life's been going great lately… it's had its ups and downs, but I'm doing great….
Luna is great too…. You're probably wondering why I'm monologuing to myself, pretending this is some letter that can reach the afterlife.
It's just… I have found myself in some difficulty… you could even say it's been hard on me… or better yet… I'm getting hard.
There was a soft pause in his mind, then he continued.
'I'm contemplating whether to let this continue or stop it… not that I have a chance of resisting.'
"The truth is… I'm about to be violated and violently ravaged. But don't worry, I'll try my best to make you a grandchild… might as well make the best of it."
Damon frowned, Abellona's lips kissing his neck as rough as a beast that had not fed her whole life. She was a virgin too, yet she pushed herself onto him with desperate hunger.
"But why am I monologuing.."
