Abandoned World: The Awakening

wanted. That's what she wanted from the beginning. She wanted to screw it up from the start. But she didn't. He knew how to do it. How to make it work for him.

Peyton smiled at the new interesting thoughts that were hovering around him so coherently and clearly. His right hand grasped the large glass and brought it closer to his mouth, then made a motion to take a drink. It was almost empty inside, literally a single drop of whiskey at the very bottom that rolled down the rim of the glass and flew inside. The acrid taste settled on his tongue, and Peyton looked at the girl once more — sexy, sexy even in this battered position. Still, the effort hadn't been in vain….

She tried to rise, but the Elder's right hand with the tightly clenched fingers of a large square cup came down on her forehead. There was a resounding thud and she sprawled out on the floor.

That turned Peyton on even more, and his cock strained to the limit, and then he cum spurted straight up. His fingers dropped the glass and he bounced to the side. He'd never felt as good as he did now. From those right concise and natural actions he was doing, as if he were playing to the notes of the music they only had on record No one on the whole station could play to the notes,

but Peyton could… And how. That the whole world felt. Everything on their own station, on a moon

that only a select few know exists.

People like him. But he, unlike the rest of the chosen few, knows something else. He knows what the ideal in the world looks like. The kind of perfect that can't be repeated. The one that only happens once for every one time. That one time that can only be seen in the process. Only then can

we see those secrets that are always hidden from us. That are revealed only for a moment at moments when you don't expect to see them Through the impossible at the most inopportune

time… What a wonderful feeling it is….

Peyton finally began to recover a little, his eyes opened and he could see normally. He was still sitting in the chair with his pants down, splattered with his cum, and Delaney was lying on the floor next to him. Her nose was bleeding, but she was breathing and apparently not as badly injured as it might have appeared at first glance.

— Why did I do that? — The elder said it aloud, and loudly enough. He continued to listen to the girl's breathing, and felt that she still had more than enough life in her. On the one hand, that thought struck him as odd — how he could determine someone's vitality from a distance just by breathing. But on the other hand, there was a certain level of reassurance that there was still room for change if he changed his mind.

— You can't change your mind! — A voice rumbled through his mind. He could have sworn that the voice that had just been in his head wasn't his own. It didn't belong to anyone at all. It was something he took for granted. As if it had nothing to do with the living or the dead. But to something beyond that And it seemed to him that it was impossible to argue with such an obvious

thought. One cannot overthink what was so important done in an impossible moment. It was unacceptable to overthink it.

At that moment he felt himself becoming aroused again. His cock began to rise again, and a light flickered in his eyes. There are still things to be finished. Don't do it now, and the next time won't be the same. You can't put these things off. Things that don't repeat themselves. The kind of thing that only happens once in a lifetime. And this is his moment.

Peyton looked down at the floor and saw a glass lying around. The thought flashed through his mind that if he hit it, there might be splinters and they might fly off into his eye. It's very unlikely, but it distances him from perfection. It distances him from doing what is right in one single moment, which can only be now. You can't think about the possibility of breaking a glass — you only have to think about doing the right thing. You can't fear something — you only have to do something right.

No. With that glass next, he can only mess things up.

He's still got his hands. They're perfect. They'll do the right thing.

He wanted to crawl out of his chair a little, to get close to Delaney, to wrap his arms around her and choke her gently until she stopped breathing altogether. But then he found it hard to breathe. He began to feel his breath literally being taken away. Something under his shoulder blade began to ache strangely… He really wasn't young anymore. This kind of exertion is not something he's old enough to handle. He's overdoing it. It's too much for him… And even though the moment is perfect. Even though it won't happen again. But his strength was leaving him… Enough for just one action. Just one. Then he couldn't do anything else.

Peyton reached for his phone on his desk and picked up the receiver and dialed the medical

section.

Heddock