#Chapter11

Aches and sharp pain were all Michael felt as he roamed around on a large and soft surface. Stretching his arms out, he felt something rough, his fingers gripped at it. "Is that something you'd like so early in the morning?" Shooting his head up, Michael took quick attendance to find where that voice came from. His hand, still on that harden spot, Samael spoke up again, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Immediately recognizing where his hand-laid, Michael attempted to retract it, all to Samael's dismay.

Guessing correctly, Michael's hand sat right on top of Samael's energetic bottom limb. Lifting a finger, Samael traced Michael's scapula,...