Chapter 55 (2/2)

As Azul came to this conclusion the vision he was seeing faded into the background along with the emotion he had been submerged into, like fog blown away by a gust of wind.

Just as Azul was beginning to regain some clarity again another emotion rose up inside of him, pushing the rest to the back of his mind once more.

This time a burning d.e.s.i.r.e he hadn't felt before came to the forfront of his mind. It was a different kind of craving and burning.

Just as he began to wonder what this feeling was all about the veil of fog returned and shaped the scenery around him into a dimly lit room, lit by flickering candlelight and red velvet curtains. The room itself was slightly filled with smoke, yet not in a suffocating manner, and had a charming and enticing aroma to it, slightly enhancing the senses and making Azuls loins burn in a fashion he had yet to fully experience. He only ever had had this feeling in the morning but had never wasted much thought on it, but after the next few seconds of viewing the vision Azul knew completely what this vision was all about. D.e.s.i.r.e, in its purest form.

Women, clad in barely concealing clothes, made from the purest and softest materials began to appear behind the velvet curtains, floating over the soft carpets with sultry looks and flushed cheeks, swaying their h.i.p.s seductively while slowly walking over to Azul whos body took in every perfect conture of their soft and milky b.r.e.a.s.ts, to their perfectly formed legs and slim stomachs that seemed to scream out for him to carass and submerged himself in between them, preparing himself on instinct to burry his teeth in his prey and never share any of it with other males. They were his! And his alone!

Speaking to himself as if in a mantra Azul repeated the lines his master had taught him all those years ago and which had helped him in his last vision.

'If the mind is free the body will not matter. If the mind is free the body will not matter. If the...'

And he kept repeating, until the vision also faded away like fog in the wind.

Taking a deep breath to calm his mind from what he had experienced so far Azul waited for the next vision to come.

The next vision was like a stab into his heart. He was standing next to his master as he faced of against the CP-agents and could do nothing but watch as he kept dieing. One time. Then the vision started again. Twice. And again it started. And on and on it went. Like a never ending loop of pain, despair and hopelessness, Azul had to watch his master die again and again. He tried to repeat the mantra he had build for himself and yet it only helped a little and so he persisted and suffered.

Seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours. Hours became days until finally Azul managed to remain a calm mind in front of his masters death, and so the vision faded away until darkness took him once more in fatigue.