"Laura?" I asked.Kate came up behind me. "Whoever she looks like to you, she's not. She's a siren." Siren?" I remembered the legends of female creatures whose songs drove sailors mad, causing them to crash their ships into the rocks trying to reach them."Huh...we doing BDSM now?" Demie said as she strode in from the hallway and closed the door behind her. She looked at Kate. "Did you do that?"Kate sat down on the couch. "I have no idea how; I just reacted." Laura" continued to scream. Even through the gag it was starting to give me a headache. Demie knelt down and locked eyes with her. "Shush," she commanded, and the bound woman stopped."So what do we do about a siren feeding off of our man?" Kate asked. "Kill her?"Laura's eyes widened."No!" I said immediately. All of the women looked at me, making me feel self-conscious. Even though this creature had clearly been causing my lack of energy and had almost killed Monday, I felt connected to her somehow. Was it because she looked like. Unable to breathe, Elizabeth fought as her need for air increased more and more. Feeling her struggles weakening, he held on for just a little longer as she finally lost consciousness. Dont suffocate her to long. Jake said releasing me. Turning loose, Jeremy pulled the bag off my head and checked my pulse. Shes just unconscious. he replied. Kneeling down beside me, he pushed the front of the denim jacket open and saw small mounds under the white tee shirt. Sitting me up, he took the jacket off her arms and Jake put a zip tie around her wrists, locking them behind her. Give me the hose. Quickly Jake picked up the hose that was still running from the ground and turned it on a misty spray. Wet tee shirt? Jake said and Jeremy nodded. Tie her feet first in case this wakes her up. Grabbing another zip tie, Jeremy pulled her boots off and bound her ankles tightly. Turning the water spray onto her, they watched as the tee shirt became soaked and very form fitting and see through. Thats.
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