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Ferry sat back, picking a spot furthest from the rest.
He waited patiently for every one of them to fall into a slumber. Blade was the last. Ferry reached into his bag and pulled out three pairs of steel gauntlets. He painstakingly battled on which one he should wear before picking the left one.
It was heavy in his hands, good.
He sauntered over to Blade, pulling his arm. He didn't wake, even as Ferry dragged him away.
He gently tapped Blade until he woke before clubbing him in the head with his gauntlet. Blade fought, going went for his throat before falling limp, but Ferry didn't stop. Not until he was sure Blade and his sickening infatuation would do nothing to slow him, even if it meant killing.
Exhausted, Ferry sat back and caught his breath, there was no sound coming from Blade or the surrounding area. He walked back slowly, anticipation fuelling him. Bouncing on his heels, he moved between the girls, barely able to see at all. His nose was in command, following with no argument. It led him right to Fury, her every smell made him tingle, energizing and filling his mind with sex and all the different ways he could be having it, with her. There was little else in the world. It made Ferry want to jump the moons.
Both.
He grabbed her legs and started pulling her away. She didn't wake, snoring and holding loosely onto her bag. When she was at least a meter away from the others he stood over her. This wasn't exactly the plan working perfectly, he had never anticipated her to cling onto her bag or use it as support. He wasn't sure he could get it off, impatience started to build, enough to make his shoulders bunch.
'One solid move', he thought before taking a run up.
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