<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Danielle Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The eldest daughter of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4e51f369-c715-4651-ade7-9f8d4b695ba4_zps51b9a8d9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Danielle was laying on the bed in her new room, her head buried into the pillow, sobs shaking her young body. She was a mess, her long hair was tousled, her gown was not laced up and her ass was burning like fire, where Yakari’s hard spanking had hit. Another fifteen minutes and she would have reached her goal. She would have been fucking Yakari, would have felt his meat inside her, would maybe have got pregnant by him, would have made him feel on cloud nine and would have made him forget about Amena. <br/><br/>Hah, they married secretly. Who cared about them being married? A wife may disappear and be found dead later and after some time the husband in sorrow would marry again. He had to, he had to father heirs. Danielle would have taken care that Amena would have been found dead and she would have comforted Yakari, would have made him feel loved by her and a year after Amena’s death they would have married happily. She would have waited a year for Yakari, she would have waited two years. But no, this dumb piece of shit, this red-haired witch must storm into her room when she was just ready to straddle Yakari and to take him in. <span style="font-style: italic">Damnit!!!</span><br/><br/>Now her entire world had crumbled to pieces. Her sister betrayed her full of disgust, her husband to-be hated her and spanked her and her former friend wanted nothing more than to see her dead. But the last wish was mutual. Danielle felt how anger got the best of her, how a fire of hate burned over the pains in her body. She would make this witch pay, pay the highest price possible for taking Yakari away from her. It never occurred to Danielle that Yakari had never been hers, that Amena did not take him away. In matters of the heart she was a little bit blind to the reality. <br/><br/>Danielle started to paint her revenge in the bloodiest colours she could find. Death alone would be too merciful for Amena. Maybe it would be better if Amena got her eyes blinded, her lips cut off and her hands burned. Then she would never be able to see her love again, kiss him again or feel his skin under her fingers. That would be a revenge. Or Danielle could make a deal with some slavers, who were taking blond girls from the north to the countries in the east. They may pay a good price for this red-haired devil and Amena would have to spend the rest of her life as a sex-slave in some harem, far away from Yakari. Oh, she would make Amena know, who was behind her abduction. She wanted the desperation gnawing Amena’s soul away, wanted that the knowledge that she couldn’t stop Danielle this time from being the lover of Yakari driving her crazy. Danielle wanted revenge, Amena would have to pay, Martine would have to pay and Yakari would have to feel the pain too. But later one only a little, because she still wanted him to love her.<br/><br/>Danielle’s usually pretty face was distorted by hate and bloody desire for revenge now and there was nothing lovely found in this face anymore. Something was broken inside her and the new girl stripping off the old shell wasn’t the same one. This one was cold and mischieveous and a lot of people would be left behind in her way suffering. Revenge was a dish better served cold. She would allow Amena to lose her heart completely to Yakari, maybe even to be knocked up. This would make her losses, the loss of her love and the loss of their child, far more bitter. For now someone else had to suffer. Martine, this little shit. Whom was she to marry? Abel Delecroix? Didn’t that one have the renommee to be overprotective of his little sister? Not allowing her enough room to breathe? Well, maybe she should open Abel’s eyes, what a wild and naughty brat he would become and that he better was ruling her with a hard hand, not allowing her any freedom. This would make Martine’s life a shitty one. Oh yes, little one, you better had steered clear of my life, relaxed and let the things happen, instead of siding with the wrong people. Blood is thicker than water and I will make you remember it…</div>