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Chapter 42 by Spinningsolo2 Spinningsolo2

What did it cost?

Purgatory

The world was still without color when Samson came to. Obviously 'the big guy' was still not happy with what was going on. Samson blinked at the sunlight streaming through the big windows in the apartment. He didn't remember when they had come back to his Airbnb. He barely remembered what they had gotten up to the night before. Noticing the emptiness of the bed he was in, Samson looked around for Alyona. He spotted her standing by the window staring out into the fog.

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Her heart-shaped ass was too inviting. Without much thought, Samson stepped right up behind her and pushed his ever-erect dick into her somehow still wet pussy. She moaned, but did not complain as he fucked her from behind. Her breath on the glass created a growing cloud of mist.

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As he admired the beautiful form of the angel pushed against the window, Samson noticed something wrong. What he had assumed was a low lying fog looked, on closer inspection, like the complete absence of... everything. A fuzzy white and gray nothing. The bizarre sight wasn't enough to stop him from finishing inside Alyona, but as they collapsed back onto the couch it gnawed at him.

He considered, as well, Gray's complete silence since Samson had taken back control of his own body. That was unusual.

A creeping suspicion hit him. He sat bolt upright, and then half-sprinted to the apartment door. When he opened it, cold dread sank in. Outside his door the world ended. There was nothing. Not a white light, not a black void, just... nothing. Samson staggered back into the apartment, suddenly comforted by the gray scale thing-ness. He looked back to Alyona, who was lounging on the couch in all her glory.

"What is going on?" he demanded.

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"It is purgatory, master," she said, "we must wait here until you make your choice."

"My choice? What choice," Samson retorted, "do I have to make?"

Alyona smiled.

"You must choose your fate."

This didn't sound good, Samson thought. Fate probably wasn't kind to those who consorted with demons.

"And how, exactly, does one make such a choice?" he asked.

"Only you can know, master," Alyona replied, still annoyingly calm.

A final choice...

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