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said Dmitri, his black eyes drilling into hers "but our victims have no such expectations. They only care that they are killed". Katya’s dress had ridden up her open thighs exposing a spreading dampness at the crotch of her white lace knickers. Her face and neck were flushed and beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. He held her gaze, allowing a quiet smile to play on his lips until her eyes rolled back and she moaned her crisis aloud into his face. The directorate had banned all humanitarian visits to Dmitri’s cell when it was found that female visitors were reaching orgasm just from being in his presence. They had never dreamt of the lengths his victims would go to for his sake. "But I cannot have you" Dmitri continued "until you have arranged my escape with