[A grin stretched across his face--there was just something about Volgin pummeling a man who he hated that got him hot.
Or maybe it was just Volgin. Either way, Ivan had to take in a slow breath to calm his excitement.
Ocelot had hit the wall like a pathetic little recruit, twitching and convulsing. That was good too. He had no idea of the joys of electricity. But Ocelot had still fired a shot at Volgin--that bastard. Ivan would wait for him to get up, to get prepared to attack--and then he would strike him down.
Volgin will look over to him, eyes wide with surprise and then his expression would fade to nothing but admiration, pride, then he'll be carried off in his arms and thrown onto a bed for a good fuck.]
Huh?
[Speaking of Ocelot preparing to attack before he went off into fantasy land--there was a hand reaching towards a holster. That was the only prompting Ivan needed.
He aimed for that hand and fired two shots. One flew off into oblivion, but the other was right on the mark--that is, if the mark were Ocelot's forearm and not his hand.
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Or maybe it was just Volgin. Either way, Ivan had to take in a slow breath to calm his excitement.
Ocelot had hit the wall like a pathetic little recruit, twitching and convulsing. That was good too. He had no idea of the joys of electricity. But Ocelot had still fired a shot at Volgin--that bastard. Ivan would wait for him to get up, to get prepared to attack--and then he would strike him down.
Volgin will look over to him, eyes wide with surprise and then his expression would fade to nothing but admiration, pride, then he'll be carried off in his arms and thrown onto a bed for a good fuck.]
Huh?
[Speaking of Ocelot preparing to attack before he went off into fantasy land--there was a hand reaching towards a holster. That was the only prompting Ivan needed.
He aimed for that hand and fired two shots. One flew off into oblivion, but the other was right on the mark--that is, if the mark were Ocelot's forearm and not his hand.
Good enough.]