Her breath came in short gasps punctuated with joyous whimpers and little shrieks. She stopped in the middle of the pool. She was a girl of saturnine beauty, sharp-nosed, with delicate bones that he dreamt of breaking. He pressed down until he could feel her calcium-starved bones weakening. A bone in her captured hand snapped. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. I came so often I lost count. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top. No-one asks anything of La Princesa, he replied, smiling. The taste of her own blood was bitter in her throat.