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Warning:Please remember Connor is not your ordinary human, he has a high tolareance for pain. This chapter will contain a very long detailed spanking of a teenager..so don't like ..don't read..Thanks!


Chapter Three

Angel walked into his office and was not surprised to find Connor as hostile as ever.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Connor you're my son, I simply can't do that."

Connor felt panic rip through him but he managed to force himself to stand still. He pushed his fisted hands in his pant's pocket to hide the shaking as the vampire reached for him, waiting for it to happen. Connor felt the rough wood of his forgotten sharp stake. Time, space, thought went all weird. It was as if someone snapped a flashbulb in his eyes…something exploded inside his brain, when Connor could see again, he was holding the stake out and Angel was frozen in place just inches away. There was a blank hole in Connor's memory…he had no recollection of pulling out the stake…just feeling it in his pocket. Connor was terrified; he was holding a stake out on his dad.

Angel stood perfectly still, not believing what just happened. When he advanced on Connor, the kid just stood there for a second, flinching like he was expecting to be hit. Just as Angel reached for him, Connor's hand came up out of his pocket with the stake. It spun in Connor's hand with amazing speed. Connor waved it in warning and Angel froze in his tracks, eyes glued to the stake. Angel stood calm and not moving, Connor was totally out of control here, his face twisted in rage but his blue eyes reflected only wild desperation. Connor's voice trembled and his hand was none to steady.

You…you are go…going to let me out of here…I mean it. Just let me out."

Taking a long look at the boy holding the stake just inches from his chest, Angel's eyes narrowed. Connor was afraid. Afraid of whom, Angel or himself was unclear. If Connor were smart it would be Angel he feared.

Slowly, deliberately, Angel stood straight and crossed his arms it was a deceivingly calm posture. He was ready to move and could still protect himself if he needed to. He spoke with a firm, level voice.

"That's not going to happen. What is going to happen is that you are going to hand me the stake."

Angel sounded so positive it rattled Connor. He shook his head, uncertain what to do now. Connor slowly backed away from and around Angel, inching his way to the office door, Angel shadowed him.

"No…stop! You're gonna let me go!" Connor's voice gave his fear away.

Angel risked a step forward. "Where you going to run to? Back to the streets? The only reason this isn't working out for you is because you won't let it."

Connnor scowled and tired to make his voice sound more authoritative and jabbed the stake at Angel. "Now… now... let me go."

Angel just dropped his hands down from his chest and shook his head almost sadly as he took another step forward. His eyes soft but his voice was firm as steel, the contradiction sent shivers of warning down Connor's spine.

"Nope. Not going to happen son."

Connor frowned in frustration. He had the weapon, the upper hand and that should mean he called the shots, he should be in control. Angel took another step forward. This time Connor flinched and took a step backward.

Angel watched as Connor's confidence began to crumble. "Is it really that bad here, Connor? Hot showers whenever you need or want. All the food you can eat…not having to worry where you're going to sleep that night, being able to live and not just survive. You got to admit that bed has to be the best one in years kiddo, beats the flea-infested nest I found you in. You have people here you can trust and actually care about you."

Sweat began to bead on Connor's lip and forehead. Connor's eyes lost their wild look and his anger deteriorated. His hand shook as it pointed the stake at the vampire. Angel took another step forward adding pressure.

"C'mon Connor, you don't want to do this."

Angel saw the stake dip down a little, that was all he needed. He could easily take it now but he wanted Connor to make the decision and he was so close.

"Connor, you're going to have to stake me to get out of here…so either get on with it or hand it to me."

Connnor blinked and swallowed hard. Stake Angel…could he do that? "I…I will… I know how….I'll use it, Angel."

A dark look that caused gooseflesh to rise on Connor's arms crossed Angel's face.

"You're welcome to try pal," Angel said with unpleasant confidence as he took another step closer…he was right up against the point of the stake in Connor's hand. Angel raised his hand out for the stake, his eyes never leaving Connor's.

"What's it going to be son?" Connor's eyes shifted from the stake back to Angel. There was no longer any anger in those blue orbs. Any threat to Angel was gone. Connor was now fighting himself. Angel spoke a firm demand.

"Connor, give me the stake."

The deep voice was low but the tone was all business. Little tremors ran down Connor's spine and his heart thudded so hard it hurt. A warm heat filled Connor's body and numbed his brain…he felt himself begin to zone out.

"Did you hear me?"

Angel watched Connor's eyes lower to the stake he was holding. Connor looked at it like he had never seen it before. It was all over, Connor knew it too, and he just needed to stop fighting it. It took a couple seconds for Angel to force his tone to stay firm when his heart was softening against the utterly lost expression on his son's young face. Blue eyes seemed to almost glaze over as Connor stared at the stake.

"Don't make me take if from you."

Tortured eyes flickered up to meet his, Angel battled to keep up the authoritarian posture and tone as those dark pools of pain nearly drowned out any sternness he had left. What was this kid doing to himself? One more warning and he would just have to take it away from Connor. He was surprised that he was able to scrape enough displeasure to speak harshly, that his frustration and growing inpatience reflected sharply in his tone.

"Connor…give…me…the…stake…Now!"

The threat registered Connor's numb brain. His hand was shaking badly. He's actually shaking all over. He could hardly believe what had just happened, Connor was so confused to the point of feeling ill. Trembling fingers touched Angel's outstretched palm, Connor let go of the stake and a great deal of control.

Closing his slender arms tightly around himself, Connor backed away up against the study's wood paneled wall and slid to sit on his heels. About to be completely overwhelmed by emotions he buried his face in his hands and battled to get it together. Angel watched him literally fight himself and suffer for it. Connor was so desolate and lost that Angel really didn't want to have to get after him but to hold him and make it all right. He knew there was no way he could overlook this…not a weapon. Connor had really crossed a dangerous line. Angel could not let this go, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

"Oh no…we aren't done yet."

The only way to make it right was to let Connor know there were consequences for his actions…hard ones at times. He firmly grasped Connor under the arms and pulled him to his feet into a brief but no less tender hug. There was no response at all. Angel then tugged Connor along over to the over stuffed couch. In one movement he was seated with Connor face down, bottom up across his lap. Connor so far had not put up any struggle at all. Comfortable with that, Angel raised his hand and started spanking hard and fast using some of his vampire strenghth.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"That was not a smart move!"

Connor kept quite, he was not going to show any weakness, he was strong, he was the destroyer.

Angel then removed his belt and with no warning Angel slapped his belt sharply against the boys denim covered bottom, making Connor jump.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Connor was determined to just take it, to get it over with. The belt fell a few more times and the only other response was the fisting of his hands together and a couple stifled grunts, Connor was utterly stoic. Angel slightly increased the strength and speed of the swats. Connor rolled his hips and jumped at the impact. It hurt…it hurt a lot.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Angel could hear Connor's ragged breathing but that was all. Angel knew he was in for a real battle. Connor was maintaining a facade. What Angel didn't know was that Connor was fighting internally so hard that in his resistance. He was concentrating on that pain more as well as maintaing his inner stronghold. The first couple slaps stung but not to bad. It was those that followed that began to get to Connor and there was no finding a place to hide or block out the heat.

Angel brought the belt down a few more times against Connor's seat.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

He was angry with himself for being such a wimp, the sting had built up to a heat he could not ignore, and it was more than Connor could blow off or shut out. He gulped in great gasps of air, and tried to get up.

"Ow!…okay …okay, Angel, enough! We're done." Connor said angrily…as if they had been playing some game and he no longer wished to pay. Angel continued to lay on the belt.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"It's dad or daddy to you and Nope…not yet."

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Arrrrrrrhaahh!…Stopit!…Ang.. Daad!…don't!…Oww…stop!" Connor shouted in anger. Connor began to really put up a fight. He squirmed and wiggled on the large lap but Angel held him firmly in place. The floor blurred as the sting of the belt made his eyes tear up.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Noooo!… Stopitstopitstopit!…daaaaaad…don't!…arrgah…enough…ah!…stop!"

Angel did stop and ran his hand over Connor's bottom. Amazing heat radiated up through the jean, clad bottom. Connor shivered a little; instinct told him this was going to be different. There was a silent but serious tension from the vampire.

"Stop? Connor, I haven't even begun." Angel began to smack Connor's bottom again harder this time. Connor reared up on his arms and tried to get on his feet.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Ow!…stopit!…I said stop…ahhh…quit it…ouch!"

Angel held him firmly down. Connor was beginning to panic and lose his temper.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Owwww…hmmpha…ahhgrha… Daad stop!"

Angel didn't stop he kept on belting Connor's upturned bottom. "You will never turn a weapon on those who care about you, or those you care about!"

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

He was helpless to break free from Angel's hold. "Care? I don't care about anyone!"

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Uh huh…riiiight. We both know you weren't really going to use that stake. You had several chances to stab me and you didn't. Now why do you suppose that is?"

"I HATE YOU!"

He just wasn't getting through to the boy…yet.

Connor yelped and bucked as the belt snapped three more times each harder than the last.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Tears of anger burned his eyes, yet he was able to maintain composure to some degree.

"Did you really want to kill me, Connor?"

Words spoken so soft and tender it was terrible how they lanced through Connor's chest like a knife. The answer was on his lips…he mashed them together and locked his jaw.

All the answer Angel got was angry silence. Roughly he readjusted Connor on his lap. He asked him again more firmly and gave him a particularly sharp swat.

SNAP!

"Answer me, Connor."

Getting jostled abruptly like that shook Connor up. For a spit second, the truth was startled out of him and slipped past the gates of anger. He shook his head no; he really didn't want to kill his dad. That earned him another smarting slap on the butt.

"I couldn't hear that, Connor. Did you want to kill me?"

"No!"

Connor's defensive ice wall sustained a huge crack with that small admission. Angel didn't give him a chance to take it back or say anything to cover that truth.

"You panicked and made a really BIG mistake, one you will NEVER repeat EVER. SNAP SNAP SNAP!…you will never turn a weapon on those who care about you, or those you care about!…SNAP SNAP SNAP! You will never turn a weapon on those who care about you, or those you care about!…SNAP SNAP SNAP!"

Angel and the belt repeated that like a litany.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Ahhh!…Okayokayokay!…nugh ….stop… that hurts!…stooooop!"

"Now repeat that for me?"

NoooWWWWWAH!"

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

There was no way that Connor was about to do that. That would mean he was admitting defeat, speaking it out loud would be an altogether more dangerous admission. …That he did care. Connor, still far from giving in, just continued to struggle, earning more leather kisses.

"Arrrgha!…that..Oww hurts…Owww! Lemego!"

Unwilling to strike Connor any harder, Angel just didn't have the heart to deliver what he knew he would have received as a boy or what Connor deserved.

"It's meant to hurt…and it's about to hurt a lot more."

Angel was not about to stop just yet. Angel gripped Connor tightly and reached underneath Connor's belly and began to unzip Connor's jeans. Connor fought Angel in panic, small noises of desperation, like a cross between words, whimpers, grunts and growls escaped Connor in his struggle to keep his jeans on. Connor's thrashing around only aided Angel. He was skinned of the jeans in a frightening short time and placed back over the vampire's lap.

Angel gazed down at his kid's already bright pink bottom. "Last chance. Let's hear it."

The boy was not yet willing to retreat from the battlefield. Angel raised the belt and stalled his arm. Angel just couldn't add more marks to Connor's young flesh. Angel set the belt down, raised his hand to continue, probably in vein. "Connor…what's the rule?"

"I hate you!"

Looking down on the stubborn, angry, boy as he struggled wildly over his lap, with no further thought, Angel brought his hand down hard on Connor's rear. He got major reaction from the boy this time. Connor's spine when rigid and his legs kicked out straight, lifting Angel's with them.

SWAT!

"Ooowwwwahhhh!"

Connor had no jeans to buffer his butt this time. He bellowed in outrage as Angel's hard hand collided against his left cheek…pain took root and blossomed. Seconds later the right cheek felt another smack.

SWAT...SWAT

"NOOOO! Daad don't!"

Angel ignored his cries. His firm voice only repeated over and over the demand for Connor to repeat the rule. His hand smacked his ass with a stinging force. From top to bottom and a few blows aimed at the junction of buttocks and thighs driving home the lesson by punctuating each word with a powerful swat. Connor's right hand shot back to cover his butt. Angel just grabbed his right arm and pinned it in the small of his back. Connor bucked and fought liked crazy.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"AHH!NOOOO!…Daaad stahhhpha…ahhh stop!. Okayokayokayokay…please…owww…that hurts!"

SWAT! SWAT!

A couple vicious swats to his tender thighs really got him kicking. Long muscular legs stilled Connor's kicking ones, never missed a beat.

"Now one last time before I really start spanking hard…say it, Connor."

Connor was not going to win, it hurt too badly. There was no eluding this…this punishment. No withdrawal to secret mental corners. The sting of the bush drug him back to the here and now each time he drifted. He had little choice at this point. He choked out the words, hating himself with each one.

SWAT! "Ooww…I will…SWAT! ouch!…SWAT! choke…SWAT! no!…SWAT! nev…SWAT! never…turn a …SWAT! oww!…SWAT! weapon on thoseSWAT! …thoseSWAT! …that SWAT! …that…SWAT! choke"

Hesitation cost his poor bottom some very painful assistance. "That care about you…SWAT! SWAT! …it's not so hard to say.SWAT! SWAT! … now repeat it…SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Angel's hard hand bit into the boy's ass over and over. Each time harder than the last.

"Thatcareaboutmee!" Connor yelled it out in one long pain filled word. His voice thick with rage. His anger very much intact but it didn't stop or slow Angel's arm, Connor still had yet to finish the verse.

"And? There's more, Connor."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

A few well-aimed shots to the under curve of Connor's wiggling bottom, freed the words. "And those I….I….I care about!(choke)"

Another large crack in that icy fortress. Angel was a battering ram that devastated those walls. Connor was little match for Angel's iron will. It was anger and panic that clogged Connor's throat as the words were strained through clenched teeth.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Stop, Daad…let me up…I said it…. I'm sorry!"

Angel paused. "Do you think I'm sorry is good enough for pulling a stake out on me?"

Connor craned his head around, his voice horse with the anger and tears he fought against but his eyes betrayed him. Angel gave him a few lighter swats to hurry along an answer.

"No…SWAT!No! Dad…SWAT!oww… would you…SWAT!just stop…SWAT!I said I'm sorry now just let.. SWAT! SWAT!oww..me up."

Angel stopped. Connor was saying the right words but with the wrong attitude. He spoke slowly to Connor, like he was explaining to a small child. Angel was getting upset himself. Connor was so stubborn.

"You say you're sorry and you might be. But your tone and attitude tell me otherwise. I have a few more points to make, then we'll see about being sorry. Now we have taken care of weapon use…. let's deal with the rest of today's little tantrums."

The hard hand resumed its work. Emotional walls, a lifetime spent building began to feel a real threat to their strength

"No!…listen…Daad!….SWAT!SWAT!Ahh!…SWAT!oww!"

Connor's voice rang in outrage off the walls.

"You willfully disobeyed me and ran off…SWAT. In fact you lied…SWAT SWAT SWAT."

"SWAT!SWAT!Owww Daaad…SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!listentomeeeeeeee….SWAT!Okay…SWAT!SWAT!Stop!"

Angel's hand stopped again. His firm voice, calm and so soft it sent hot chills down Connor's spine.

"Listen to what, Connor…are you going to tell me you didn't lie? "

Connor couldn't …he shook his head miserably.

"I warned you about running off, just this morning didn't I?

Connor remembered very clearly he nodded yes. This was looking bad.

"Connor you got lucky today…I will never let you get away with chances like that…not with taking risks with your life. So there is nothing to listen to other than my hand smacking your ass."

Angel did just that he began to spank again and hard and fast.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"No more running, Connor. I told you, that's over with…done. We talk it out. You don't run…you don't lie. I will not put up with that crap any longer. I will not be disrespected, disobeyed and above all I will not be lied to, Connor If you do, you can expect to get spanked. The rules are, for your clarification, respect, and obedience and no, I don't mean blind obedience like some pet. Communication and honesty."

His hand punctuated his statements painfully. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Okay…SWAT! Okay!SWAT! Stop…SWAT!daad…SWAT!I'm sorry…SWAT!stop it!"

Connor jerked and bucked as Angel slapped his butt over and over. He took a couple large, deep, ragged breaths. The hold on his emotions, was tentative at best and the control over them was costing him greatly. Angel could feel it as Connor squirmed over his lap. The trembling chest tight. The muscles rigid as they fought against the storm of emotions battering inside.

"This is just how it is, Connor. So you better get used to it."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Connor was close to loosing it all. He could feel it grow. A huge pressure began to build deep in his chest. He couldn't help squirm and kick. His feet were hampered by the jeans down around his ankles. Emotions became blurred and jumbled. Sweat popped out on his forehead and ran down his neck and back. Angel was really spanking hard. It hurt so bad…but not like being beaten. Beatings were unemotional, cold, and brutal. Something he could fight, something he had defenses for. That was a primal sort of pain. It invoked self-preservation.

This was more frightening than any beating. It invoked only the urge to…to…crumble and bawl his head off. This was emotional, personal…intimate. He had no defenses against this. Connor was trapped, unable to fight it. Forced to deal with it and worse of all "feel" it. Angel's hand was searing his butt. He was tightly held, pinned but not painfully or crushed. Anxiety began to grow. Connor needed to do something. A beating would be better…he could take that…not loose his control. It was getting too hard to fight. The knot of pressure was growing painful he would not be able to take much more.

To Angel it was sheer stupidity. For Connor is was his last desperate act of self preservation, a last stand to defend his icy mental fortress. He tried to provoke Angel. Connor thrashed and kicked, he was wild and almost impossible to hold. At first he was shocked by it. Then dismissed it as what appeared to be just one more tantrum but there was something different in Connor's voice. Panic…fear…there was a desperate pitch to it. Angel was getting inside that ice wall and Connor knew it. Connor "wanted" to anger Angel. Instead Angel let Connor's temper blow.

For the first time Angel had real trouble holding onto Connor. He was a wild thing and it was some time before Connor was spent and breathless. Not his anger though…just his stamina. Hateful, cruel, words…most very disgusting. Anger burned hot still…so much pain locked behind gates of icy stubbornness. Connor was all temper and no tears.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Sorry, Connor, that won't work with me. You can't make be beat you…I won't. Call me what you want to, it won't change that fact . Know this though, little boy, I will spank you…as long and as hard and as often as needed."

Taking a deep breath Angel committed himself to do just that, to break down those icy walls that were suffocating Connor. Emotions…Angel knew from his own experience you can't just bottle them up. Not for long and never without a price. They trembled in Connor's body. Anger and something deeper boiled in there. Angel didn't know if it was the wisest or safest thing to do but it had to be better than letting Connor just keep it held inside.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Connor, you're going to choke on all that anger and I'm not going to sit by and let my son poison himself with that crap."

Connor was readjusted to where his poor apple red ass was jackknifed higher and began to deliver crisp, rapid swats.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Panic became a living thing in Connor. The icy defense had taken crippling blows earlier the deep cracks could not hold up under the inferno generated by the brush…it was too much. Somewhere the battle lines changed…from fighting so hard no to cry, to fighting himself to cry. He wanted to cry so badly…Connor wanted to give in and bawl he head off. That need grew like a balloon deep in his chest bigger and bigger. His lungs ached and burned so much he could no longer breathe, as if there were no longer room for his lungs. Control disintegrated under the scorching heat from his dad's hand.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Da...ad...stop...pleasssssssssseeeeeee...stop...enough...okaaaaaaaay...I can't...pleasenomorepleasenomore stop! stahhhhhhpah more...choke...no...don't...I...I...pleeeeease…ouch...I can't... I can't..."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Let it out, kid...it's eating you alive."

It frightened him to death to realize he was so close to letting go...letting it all out. Each time he reached for that hidden place he was yanked back by Angel to face the fact that he was…small... fragile… powerless, worst of all just a scared and hurting kid.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"I...(gasp) ...I need...I need...I (gasp)...I need."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Son, what you need is to let that poison go, let it out, Connor, just let it go."

Through his lap Angel could feel the sobs racking Connor's chest. His breathing so shallow almost hyperventilating. There was no sound of tears, just jagged gasps for air. Angel knew Connor was crying. Sobbing in fact. Just in those unnatural silent tears.

Angel felt it before he heard it. Something broke in the boy. Something deep, something huge and painful. First all he heard a small wheezing sound, then it began like a high pitched keen. Still he spanked.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"C'mon, Connor…let it out, baby."

Laying on three very painful smacks.

"Let SWAT it SWAT out SWAT."

A huge sob came crackling out and exploded in the room. It was horrible to hear. Like if Connor had never cried out loud before in his life. It didn't even sound like crying.

Connor went into a panicked frenzy. He struggled wildly and could hear an awful noise. It took him a moment to realize that awful sound was coming from him. He was begging and bawling like a baby.

"No,no,no...choke no, no, no.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Ouch...ow...it hurts too much...Daaadddyyy please...no more...I'm sorry. gasp please stop, please stop...no, no,no Daadddyy don't…I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm "

But Angel didn't stop he kept right on spanking.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"I am not going to watch you do this any more….not on my watch. I love you too much."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Almost done, Connor. I'm going to make sure you remember this spanking for some time to come…I will not let you do any sort of harm to yourself or anyone else. I love you to damn much, Connor, to let you self -destruct."

Connor heard none of the affection or the endearments, only the burning bite of the vampire's hard hand. With grim determination Angel brought his hand down against the sensitive curve of the buttocks just above the thigh. Six full force blows to each sit spot.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Perhaps for the first time in his young life, Connor screamed…loud a howl followed behind…there was pain…but there was also a weird sense of release.

TBC


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