I need a mirror, a silver mirror that’s as large and old as possible. Anything backed by aluminum is worthless. Do you understand? Nod if you do.” It took a moment for public Wilson to process the situation, but he frantically nodded. “Good, then I’ll be leaving one of my pets to look after you.” Wilson looked down, his eyes drawn to Dominion’s shadow. It amateur was darkening, actually taking physical form. His shadow became a puddle of the same black liquid that had formed the giant head. The puddle slid over to Wilson’s shadow and he saw the gleam of two red, glowing eyes in the surface, like a reflection, then it faded away. “You have two weeks to find me the mirror. Should you fail or tell anyone of what transpired here, my pet will peel the flesh from your bones and return indian to me with your soul in tow. Am I understood?” Wilson nodded again. “Very good.” Dominion flicked his wrist and Wilson was returned to the truck. The destroyed windshield was reassembled, while the bent and torn steel of the front of the truck repaired itself, becoming good as new with no sign of the damage done. “Now get going. Your life depends on it.” The next day started out normally, at least, normal in terms of this new dark chapter. Most of the townspeople were farmers, so they had to get up before dawn to get to work. However, now it was stalled, no one daring to go out without the sun protecting them. The animals would just have to wait a bit before being fed and let out of their pens, but it wouldn’t kill them. Once the light came, everyone got busy. Shops and businesses opened and daily routines began, with most of the activity happening in the town square, around a statue from the old teen world. It depicted a soldier from the Civil War. Senner, his name was, and this town was rebuilt around him with that name. It was a part of the town, as much as the baker, sheriff, mechanic, or principal. So natural was it, that rarely did anyone actually pay attention to it, offering even the slightest glance. But someone did, and a scream followed that movement of the eye. No one had noticed it in the early morning, when the town square was still in the shadow of the nearby mountain, but once the sun shined upon it with its full radiance, the bronze caught the light and gleamed, despite age having tarnished its exterior. That was because it had been glazed with fresh blood, kept from drying by the cold and the frost. The blood was coming from Boyd’s corpse. He had been impaled on the statue, the soldier’s bayonet going through his lower jaw like a meat hook. He had been mostly drained of blood, but there was still enough to leave a gruesome mess on the metal. His office right next to the statue, Harold burst out at the sound of the scream. They have no sense of right and wrong. We don’t get that many visitors at the level that we lived on, but I worried that the noise would awaken little Aladdin. I was almost totally calm and public then I felt a slap across teen my firm breasts. Her nipples were hard pebbles that brushed mine, sending tingles down to my pussy. “No!” Mother said with such fervor that it couldn’t be a lie. Mike started to say something, but was ignored. “Mr. Mike . . . “What the amateur hell; they’ve seen it now.” I thought and continued rowing. “Fine. I got up, indian nearly wrenching her hand off and pulled her by that hand to follow me, grabbing the wine bottle and glasses as I took her into the bedroom.