Depths of Destruction

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>She's a Secret Treasure of War...</em></strong></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's a routine mission in Belize. Get in get out save the women.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then I see Naomi's photo and watch her hostage video.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A stirring...an ache...a desire so deep for her heats up my blood and annihilates me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then I meet her.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It accelerates my thirst riling up my inner beast.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's an investigative reporter and knows things she shouldn't.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But all the women have secrets...knowledge about a global force so powerful the world will implode with greed. Freedom will no longer exist</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Instead of delivering her we run.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The heat of the jungle is a blow torch demolishing my restraint until I have to make her mine.</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But enemies lurk everywhere. After it's over I'll have to piece her back together again.</strong></p>