He didn't even know what was more bizarro; the fact that He was being so unreasonable or the fact that killing someone seemed so extreme.
'What the f**k did he do to me!?', He asked himself, surprised to get no answer from anyone at all, this was all new country for all of Him.
But dare he live the cliché of mere mortals.
It was as if Rowland had super powers. He thought about the way that he was when they had s*x, it was as if he had never known the word pain, the way he simply carried himself in those moments were as if he had never lost a war or battle in his life, puffing out his chest and baring his teeth in pleasure as his hidden herculean strength bruised and cracked His time worn marble stone soul... He knew Rowland was a fighter and it was intoxicating to see how he took his
