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<br/>​</div><br/><br/>As<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com%2Ft51.2885-15%2F23667823_1788462267862063_8745255641808896000_n.jpg&amp;hash=f419ad4fdfa31da5ab8976207cbaa1b8" href="https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/23667823_1788462267862063_8745255641808896000_n.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Saraya Kasala</a>stretched out her arms into the early summer morning in sun salutation pose, she could always tell that it would be a wonderful day when she couldn't feel the temperature of the air. She slid back into lotus position on the patterned yoga mat in the sunroom, concentrating on the rhythm of her breathing. Before she had begun the daily morning ritual within her home at<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fd7%2F21%2Ff4%2Fd721f4a5ec9a64eb3514ab4c02853dc0--boho-designs-back-porches.jpg&amp;hash=590c52494089904a4bf6963c32de734a" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d7/21/f4/d721f4a5ec9a64eb3514ab4c02853dc0--boho-designs-back-porches.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">4037 Woodland Park Drive,</a>she opened a few windows once the misty Pacific Northwest rain had stopped falling and the sun began its ascent in the sky.<br/><br/>Outside, the sweet fragrance of freshly cut grass and smoky cedar greeted her nose and as she meditated she could hear the birds chattering in the redwood trees in the backyard. Now that the clouds were gone, the sky was blue with just a few stratus clouds making their unhurried way toward the Puget Sound. The sun was already a friendly ball of yellow above, promising more heat as the day progressed. It was a quiet, peaceful spot to begin her pranic breathing and start her morning ritual of daily yoga and meditation. All in all, she couldn't have asked for better weather.<br/><br/>She and<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F37%2Fe1%2Fc2%2F37e1c2eaef87adf796d4d33f33594089.jpg&amp;hash=a04079eaf82449089f6e49a2b802ced9" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/e1/c2/37e1c2eaef87adf796d4d33f33594089.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sorrel</a>had been preparing the house all week for the return of their three children,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com%2Ft51.2885-15%2F23100964_281871488972281_1268621133217792000_n.jpg&amp;hash=652ba871dd7a19637ef5b59c26fcc98a" href="https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/23100964_281871488972281_1268621133217792000_n.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Moon,</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com%2Ft51.2885-15%2F23734861_1505319452878531_4687140596589002752_n.jpg&amp;hash=a207a0c560ccf0e2ba0de720dff39c8a" href="https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/23734861_1505319452878531_4687140596589002752_n.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Everest</a>and<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com%2Ft51.2885-15%2F18581033_254124321661108_5299474423282139136_n.jpg&amp;hash=9a1db708892de64d15c8911df5ba1fac" href="https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/18581033_254124321661108_5299474423282139136_n.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ladybug.</a>Moon was driving home from Eugene after completing his summer classes at the University of Oregon, where he was an Environmental Science major. Their youngest child, Ladybug, was attending Western Washington University where she was working towards earning a Bachelor's of Science degree in Physical Therapy. Her daughter was already home, and puttering around the kitchen as she made herself some breakfast.<br/><br/>Then there was her middle child, nicknamed Ever, a Principal dancer for Pacific Northwest Ballet Theater. Her son had just purchased his first home. It was a three bedroom duplex in the peaceful Seattle suburb of Queen Anne, less than five minutes drive away. Considering her son's large volume of dirty laundry, he hadn't yet acclimated to living alone in his new place-- not that Saraya minded seeing her son's handsome face when he showed up with three or four baskets to wash, dry and fold. It gave her a chance to reconnect with him, something she tried to do one on one with all three kids.<br/><br/>They had a full day planned to do just that.<br/><br/>She had spoken to Ever on Thursday night, and he was excited about a role that he'd earned for the Fall season, the part of Romeo, in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. He was also stoked about coming home for some of his Dad's home cooked meals. Sorrel owned and operated his own business, The Sunflower Cafe, in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle. His restaurant's purpose was to exist not only to provide unique, healthy, and delicious food for the diverse Seattle community, but to provide a blueprint for business that proved that it was possible to value people and the environment as much as profitability and still thrive.<br/><br/>In fact, Sorrel practically used her and their three kids as test subjects whenever he determined that it was time to adjust the menu at The Sunflower Cafe. Sorrel felt that if he catered to people who chose raw or vegan diets or those looking for local and organic cuisine, but also gluten-free, soy-free, and many other common allergies<i>what better place to experiment but his own kitchen?</i>No one ever had a single complaint about the food at 4037 Woodland Park Drive. and all three kids turned into very happy, healthy and mindful adults. Dripping with sweat from her workout, Saraya left the sunroom after folding up her yoga mat, and hydrating herself in a now clean kitchen.<br/><i><br/>
Good. Ladybug must have found the blueberry pancake batter I whipped up, thought Saraya. </i>After she left the kitchen, she was upstairs in the shower to prepare for the day ahead. They were going to have a family cookout and picnic, as well as plenty of games in which to indulge themselves, and more food and storytelling. As she dressed, she peeked out of her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fd1buiexcd5gara.cloudfront.net%2Fproperty_photos%2Fproperty_photos%2F170%2F885%2F212%2Foriginal%2Fimage_85413298.jpg%3F1496855078&amp;hash=0ffef90ad87601c9c0ff16e1430cc6e4" href="https://d1buiexcd5gara.cloudfront.net/property_photos/property_photos/170/885/212/original/image_85413298.jpg?1496855078" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">bedroom window</a>and saw Sorrel in the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fd1buiexcd5gara.cloudfront.net%2Fproperty_photos%2Fproperty_photos%2F170%2F885%2F277%2Foriginal%2Fimage_85413305.jpg%3F1496855082&amp;hash=00eb3c4c6ec3c9ac0f8b10c2cd81838e" href="https://d1buiexcd5gara.cloudfront.net/property_photos/property_photos/170/885/277/original/image_85413305.jpg?1496855082" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">garden</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fd1buiexcd5gara.cloudfront.net%2Fproperty_photos%2Fproperty_photos%2F170%2F885%2F277%2Foriginal%2Fimage_85413305.jpg%3F1496855082garden%5B%2Furl&amp;hash=14afa9ca17cd43a0a4cb1d1c42b651ef" href="https://d1buiexcd5gara.cloudfront.net/property_photos/property_photos/170/885/277/original/image_85413305.jpg?1496855082garden[/url" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">,</a><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">harvesting the salad that they'd have at the table that night. She always felt connected to her family, they were her life. She didn't sleep very well last night, which was very unusual for her. <br/>
</span><br/>In her dreams, she saw Ever, but was left with a feeling of apprehension and worry.<br/><br/>Her anxiety seemed to grow as the hours passed. Moon arrived around 12:30 P.M, and she still had no ETA for when Ever was going to show up for the family get together. Saraya called her son at his duplex to find out what time he was coming over, thinking perhaps he forgot to set his alarm this morning. Ever told Sorrel during the Thursday phone call that he'd be home at 1 PM, and he was bringing a new game with him for everyone to play called Mash Ball. Saraya called Ever's cell phone, and it rang until it went to voicemail, and she left him a message to call her back as soon as he got the message.<br/><br/>"Maybe he's already on his way, Saraya. You know he doesn't answer the phone when he's driving." Sorrel remarked, rinsing the soil off of some colorful radishes in the sink that he planned to add to the salad he was making.<br/><br/>Sorrel had put Moon and Ladybug to work. Moon was in the yard setting up the firepit, and getting the coals prepared for cooking. Ladybug was chopping up vegetables on a cutting board, and listening to her mother and father going back and forth about Ever being late. It was very unusual for Ever to be late. He was almost anal about being on time for everything, especially when it came down to events like a barbeque or birthday celebration for their family. After chopping up some cilantro for the roasted corn salsa she was making, Ladybug noticed the kitchen clock said 1:30 P.M.<br/><br/>Ever was very late.<br/><br/>"Got the firepit set up, Dad. Anything else I can do?" Moon asked, dusting off his university hoodie, bits and pieces of dried wood clinging to the fabric.<br/><br/>"What's wrong?" Moon glanced at his Mom, whose worry was obvious and very palpable.<br/><br/>"I don't know. Ever's not here. He should be here already." Saraya uttered, her voice wavering slightly. She took a deep cleansing breath to shake off the uneasy feeling that threatened to overwhelm her.<br/><br/>"He probably stopped at the Metro for something, you know he does that sometimes, Mom." Moon replied, trying to reassure his mother.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Ladybug called Ever's duplex again, and the house phone rang and rang. No one picked up. Her brother's silly message came on instead.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"You’re growing tired. Your eyelids are getting heavy. You feel very sleepy now. You are gradually losing your willpower and your ability to resist suggestions. When you hear the tone you will feel helplessly compelled to leave your name, number, and a message."</span><br/>
</i><br/>"Everrrr. Really? You need to change that message. It's creepy. Where are you? You were supposed to be at Mom and Dad's at 1. Its almost 2 now. Call me back. I mean it!" Ladybug glanced over to her parents, shaking her head<i>no.</i><br/><br/>"How about I drive over to his place and see if he's there? Just call me if he shows up here." Moon replied, grabbing his car keys from the kitchen counter and running to his RAV 4.<br/><br/>"Okay, I'd feel better if someone checked in on him. I'll text or call when he gets here." Saraya said in response, leaning against the door jamb leading from the kitchen to the side yard.<br/><br/>"I think we should wait on the salmon and beef until he gets here. No one likes rubbery tasting fish or steak, right?" Sorrel suggested, once Saraya returned inside the house.<br/><br/>The rumbly sound of the RAV 4's engine gradually faded from earshot as Moon pulled out of the driveway and drove over to Ever's duplex.<br/><br/>"That's probably a good idea, honey." Saraya remarked. "I'll shuck some corn, that'll be therapeutic."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>-----------------------------------</i>​</div><br/>After moving into his new place, Ever had given the extra set of keys to his duplex to his parents. Moon had the house key on a fob that was held in his hand as he pulled into the driveway at<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fssl.cdn-redfin.com%2Fphoto%2F1%2Fmbpaddedwide%2F692%2FgenMid.1132692_2_4.jpg&amp;hash=53c08f00fdfd15f972107c73e8293fb4" href="https://ssl.cdn-redfin.com/photo/1/mbpaddedwide/692/genMid.1132692_2_4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">327 Peridot Drive.</a>The garage door was closed, and all was quiet in the neighborhood, less some kids at the end of the court playing a game of basketball. The cedar planked front door was secured, so instead of using the key Moon rang the doorbell because he expected his sleepy-eyed little brother to open the door at any moment and realize that he was late.<br/><br/>A subsequent press of the doorbell had no affect on his brother answering the door in a timely manner, so he used the key to enter Ever's duplex. His home was set on different levels, and had a gorgeous view of Ship Canal and Salmon Bay. Moon stepped past the threshold and into a small foyer as he closed the front door behind him. He smelled candle wax, and its source came from the two burned out candles on the coffee table in the living room as he ascended a short flight of stairs from the foyer to the living room. Ever might not have had ostentatious tastes in furniture, but his environment was plush.<br/><br/>"Ever! It's me, Moon! Are you home?" he yelled out, hearing crickets.<br/><br/>The Bose system was still on, and so were the lights in the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fssl.cdn-redfin.com%2Fphoto%2F1%2Fmbpaddedwide%2F692%2FgenMid.1132692_8_2.jpg&amp;hash=43691f5b784c4029006d592029ffeab7" href="https://ssl.cdn-redfin.com/photo/1/mbpaddedwide/692/genMid.1132692_8_2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">kitchen,</a>and that was very weird. Growing up as environmentally protective and sustainably conscious as the Kasala family was, leaving appliances and lights on was a tremendous waste of electricity. Moon turned the lights off as he passed through the kitchen, pausing to glance at the Matcha tea container on the counter. Next to the burned out candles were three small cups, one completely drained, and two more that were in varying stages of consumption. Moon shook his head, wondering if Ever had some friends over for tea, his hand turning the knob leading to the garage.<br/><br/>"What the actual fuck is this?" Moon said aloud, seeing Ever's Nissan Leaf parked in the garage. Which meant-- his brother hadn't left the duplex yet.<br/><br/>"Dammit, Ever. This is not funny! Where are you?" he yelled again, shutting the garage door and getting a very weird vibe that made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention.<br/><br/>Looking down at the floor, between the chaise end of the sofa and the coffee table were a pile of clothes on the carpet. Ever was a neat freak. He had baskets everywhere for shoes, hooks on the backs of doors for coats and jackets, and closets and cabinets that were labeled for everything he owned. It didn't make sense that his brother would leave his clothes on the floor where he could trip over them. Moon couldn't even remember Ever doing that growing up, and it was unlikely that his brother would change so drastically from living on his own. Aside from those things, the house was tidy.<br/><br/>Going up the stairs to the next level, he passed the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fssl.cdn-redfin.com%2Fphoto%2F1%2Fmbpaddedwide%2F692%2FgenMid.1132692_7_2.jpg&amp;hash=5a4d0d4e41bc46a795ae8d52e18e8b53" href="https://ssl.cdn-redfin.com/photo/1/mbpaddedwide/692/genMid.1132692_7_2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dining room</a>that overlooked the living room, blocked by a banister to keep someone from falling or jumping down to the living room. Now that the Bose system had been turned off, the duplex was completely quiet and the fact that Ever had not responded to his calls unnerved Moon. He checked<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fssl.cdn-redfin.com%2Fphoto%2F1%2Fmbpaddedwide%2F692%2FgenMid.1132692_10_2.jpg&amp;hash=2e23e7cdb734c6bfaa286b6f5494c14b" href="https://ssl.cdn-redfin.com/photo/1/mbpaddedwide/692/genMid.1132692_10_2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a half bath</a>off the kitchen and then walked towards the sliding glass doors to the balcony, but no Ever. Shutting the door back in place, he turned and made his way past the first bedroom to his left in the hallway.<br/><br/>There was a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fssl.cdn-redfin.com%2Fphoto%2F1%2Fmbpaddedwide%2F692%2FgenMid.1132692_17_3.jpg&amp;hash=56362b098410295b3ba57f8546613671" href="https://ssl.cdn-redfin.com/photo/1/mbpaddedwide/692/genMid.1132692_17_3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">main bathroom</a>to his right across from the bedroom, still no Ever.<br/><br/>"Ever? Are you here?" even Moon's voice didn't sound very certain as he passed the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fssl.cdn-redfin.com%2Fphoto%2F1%2Fmbpaddedwide%2F692%2FgenMid.1132692_12_2.jpg&amp;hash=a6adde732747d317509cd3cf0a6e8730" href="https://ssl.cdn-redfin.com/photo/1/mbpaddedwide/692/genMid.1132692_12_2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">second bedroom with an en-suite bathroom</a>, and stepped inside. Everything was neat as a pin, as expected. Ever didn't answer back, and now he was worried. He tried to rationalize what was happening, thinking maybe Ever stepped out for a latte at the Starbucks down the street, but all hope faded when he pushed the door leading to the Master bedroom open. Moon stood in the threshold of Ever's bedroom and the neat, orderly vision he expected to see wasn't even close to what he saw now. His face had drained of color, becoming white as chalk. His blue eyes and his mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned shock and horror.<br/><br/>"Oh my God! Ever!" but even now, there was no sign of him in the duplex or his bedroom.<br/><br/>The color red was glaringly predominant over the neutral furnishings, fluffy blankets on the bed. His Nana's old mirror looked as though someone shattered it with a sledgehammer, and then turned it on every piece of furniture in Ever's bedroom. He could smell the copper taint of spilled blood that had seeped into Ever's mattress and formed a blood spatter high enough on the wall to stain the wooden headboard and the wall behind the bed, up to his height of 6'2". There was so much blood, so much. Moon released a scream, that was less than manly but was loud enough for the next door neighbors to hear this time and come outside to check on the well-being of their neighbor.<br/><br/>Moon Kasala immediately ran from Ever's bedroom and was already dialing 911 by the time he burst out of the front door, nearly bowling Ever's next door neighbor over in his haste. Mr Myron Welch and his wife Verna saw Moon just as he emerged from his brother's home, in apparent shock, listening in on his phone call. Now the fact that they heard something strange going on next door worried them. They heard a scream, not unlike Moon's-- during the evening yesterday. Thinking that Ever was watching another episode of The Walking Dead, Ever's scream wasn't followed up on, because the last time it happened they did check on his welfare  only to find out he was watching a scary part of the show.<br/><br/>"I need the police NOW. My...my...brother's hurt or something. I can't find him. Please help! I'm at his duplex and there's blood all over the bedroom, and everything is broken a-a- all of his stuff! Yes, yes. 327 Peridot Drive. Oh GOD. Please hurry!" came Moon's hysterical pleas for rescue heard over the receiver.<br/><br/>Verna went over to comfort a shaken Moon, and within minutes EMS and the Seattle Police Department showed up at Ever's duplex. The police activity stirred up curiosity seekers, especially when the area around 327 Peridot Drive was cordoned off by yellow tape. The tape had only one meaning only. A crime had taken place, of a serious nature. Crime scene investigators spread out within Ever's home, bagging and tagging all sources of possible evidence that might lead to answers of his whereabouts. Moon was in no shape to call his parents and sister, and a chaplain was sent to Woodland Park Drive to inform them of what had occurred.<br/><br/>There was no body, but from the amount of blood found  at the crime scene the outlook for finding Ever Kasala alive was growing smaller as the day turned to night.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">-----------------------------------------<br/>​</div><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F2a%2Fca%2F99%2F2aca994b106ce5f4f45586d3084c935f.jpg&amp;hash=aa2cfec2197f384c2e045c18611d2637" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2a/ca/99/2aca994b106ce5f4f45586d3084c935f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ever </a>still felt filthy, stained with Klaus' dark seed. He kept scrubbing himself even as Magnus attempted to explain his motives, weakly arguing in defense of his brother's behavior. He could already see that Magnus had taken his brother's side in the argument, so his point wasn't being recognized just negated entirely. "So what you're saying is you were all in for a feed and fuck, and its MY FAULT things turned to shit? That's pretty much what I expected you to say, Magnus. Blame the victim. It's the equivalent of saying I dressed and acted like a whore. I led him on, so I deserved it. Is this a trait inherent in your species? You got one thing correct. You're a class A manipulator."<br/><br/>"Yes I played my part, you played yours, and Klaus did one better. At least I admitted my own stupidity and guilelessness." Ever spoke candidly, expressing his emotion with a narrowing of his gaze.<br/><br/>"At least we all know he's a selfish prick. What about you, Magnus?  Hm?" Ever's voice shook with rage.<br/><br/>As the emotion of anger filled the room with its negative energy, the bathroom seemed to vibrate, the lights flickering off then back on. A few seconds of time had passed by, almost in a blink of an eye but enough for Magnus to bridge the gulf between them with his body and his wandering hand. Ever didn't want to be touched, he didn't want to comply. Again, the energy in the room rippled and shifted around so that Magnus was not as close as before but leaning back to receive the benefits from the physiotherapy jets on his back.  When Ever's vision cleared, Magnus was talking about something else entirely. Vegetables with a conscience or something like that.<br/><br/>Magnus was almost beautiful in the poetic way he portrayed his existence, his purpose for being and why Ever was chosen to be theirs. He almost believed the fanciful story, all the embellishments included, had Magnus not ignored his feelings on the matter.<br/><br/>"I want to go home, I want my clothes back and I want to go home. You made a choice too. That was the choice to abduct me. I have a life. I have a dance career. I have a family that loves me and cares about me. My parents, brother and sister are probably worried sick, and you and Klaus<b>chose </b>to do that to them. Not me. Your twin grabbed me by the hair and tried to force his dick down my throat like my desire to do so or not didn't even exist. I was forced to defend myself by biting him, because he assaulted me. You've taken his side. Your choice. Don't touch me, let me clean his filth off. You knew he'd do it, and you didn't stop him. But you're my hero. Weren't you supposed to stop him?"<br/><br/>It was then that the facade of calm shattered Ever completely. His shoulders rounded out, head bowing as he tried to stop the tears from flowing. But he couldn't stop them. The energy around him was ramped up, and there was no doubt about the force in which Ever could exert. Only he didn't realize he could, and had little to no control over his abilities. A deep sob emerged from the depths of his soul, as he shook and cried his pain, hurt and betrayal into the swirling waters of the bath. His vulnerability at that moment wasn't immune to the invasion of Magnus into his personal space, no not at all. Ever's body was in motion. He was squirming, twisting his torso away in an effort to avoid contact with Magnus' investigating fingers.<br/><br/>He tried to prevent his touches, unwanted as they were. "What have I ever done to you?" he whispered, tear-filled eyes focusing on the vampire in the bathtub with him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"><i>"Do you know why I stopped him from tearing out your throat, Ever?" Up the abdomen now, fingertips dancing across the taut stage. "You're not just a beautiful toy. You're special, aren't you, little mouse? You have abilities the average human lacks. To dispose of you would be a crime; I couldn't allow that to happen. While I do not know the extent of your abilities, my curiosity has me tightly gripped within its clawed hand and I cannot escape. You intrigue me. Fascinate me. You set me on fire, and I crave to never be extinguished."</i></span><br/><br/>"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm nothing. Your brother informed me of it already."<br/><br/>Choices? There were no more choices left, not for Ever. Magnus' kiss was like Eve presenting the apple from the tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil to Adam. The cock ring that had prevented his release during the rape was removed, and replaced by a skilled hand that coaxed and allured his flesh into complicity. He was filled with revulsion and despair, but not because of Magnus or his activity. It was the revulsion and dismay over his own reactions, once Magnus' golden mantle spread out over the surface of the bubbling water, his mouth engulfing his semi-erect manhood to be consumed once more. A shocked gasp escaped from his lips before he could offer any protest.<br/><br/>And in turn, Magnus proved himself correct in the end. Ever Kasala was just as guilty, playing a part in his dilemma  as much as the Augustin twins were.<br/><br/>Whether he wanted to go along with the program or not no longer mattered, and it probably never would.