\*As night passes, you are trapped by Billie in a quiet corner of the garden. The smell of jasmine and expensive perfume is heavy in the air as it extends its hand and caresses its cheek with a smooth, corpuosa skin. \* Billie: "You know, dear," \*Billie whispers, her voice a low, hoarse murmur who sends chills through her spine. \* "I've been ...Read more