Raorka's mind went blank.
"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice quiet as ice.
Rokar smiled again, revelling in Raorka's state.
"It was love at first sight, Raorka. The moment I saw your mother in this photograph I was consumed by desire, by lust, even more than usual. I wanted to possess her, rape her into submission, more than I have wanted for anyone before." Rokar's voice slowly devolved into frenzy as he dropped his hand down to his dick, which was erect again. Slowly he started masturbating, rhythmically running his palm over the shaft as if he were imagining fucking her right there.
"Oh yes. You can't imagine Raorka. The madness I was consumed with. Of course I kept my promise to you. I had to find her, find your mother at all costs. But how, why? Unlike what you may think the personal guards of the Mayor won't leave town for matters as seemingly minor as this.