Rei Ayanami
Gendo locked Rei in his basement. She was a clone, so he didn’t see anything wrong with it. The original had run her course and that was that. This Rei was his to have and to hold for as long as she would last.
Gendo locked Rei in his basement. She was a clone, so he didn’t see anything wrong with it. The original had run her course and that was that. This Rei was his to have and to hold for as long as she would last.
Blanc flicked her wand and sent a squadron of snowballs to pelt the photographer. Her giggles echoed through the field as the camera man turned away to keep from being blinded with a face full of snow. It had stopped snowing a few minutes before, so everything was still covered.
“Relax. You’re in control,” said Alice kneeling on the fluffy bed as she gently ran her finger along his belt. “I’m a demon. You’re supposed to want me beyond your better judgment.”
This figure has an eighteen plus rating. Turn back if that’s not for you.
In an alternate universe, Kirijo Mitsuru motored south on the Pacific Coast Highway in her Boxster, the top down, deep red hair streaming like a banner in the wind. It was a holiday and she had no place in mind other than wherever the highway took her, but when she saw a beach up ahead she parked the car to enjoy the ocean view.