[06:14] Dion Lambert (bedlamb.dionysus): (Saved Fri Mar 21 23:33:03 2014) would return several hours later with another tray of food and after. seeing what she had done he would smile at her. sliding the tray into her cell, ‘eat u and I will be back to bring you to a place to cook up what you butchered for me…’ he would stroke her cheek tenderly and lightly press his lips to hers before departing. after filling her the time she needs to eat he would return. bringing with him containers for the butchered meat. collecting it all up, asking her to help him, he would then leash her and take her to the kitchen he had showed her when he brought her below. Once there he would give her the injections once more, again stroking her shaft as he inserted the needles at the base of her shaft where it met with her balls. after the injections he would coach her on how best to prepare the meat she hand carved up for him. the bulk of the corpse left back in her cell so if she had the urge she had something she could fuck. [06:54] Raven Panthar (rene.sabetha) had been kneeling by the cage bars when Master had returned, feeling pleasure at his smile, she turns and looks at the tray of fresh food and drink her stomach grumbling seeing it. Raven listens to Dion as he tells her to eat and that he would be back to […]

Raven Panthar set aside the fresh bowls of gruel and water provided to her by Master, it was the special item that he had brought her which really took her attention away. Looking up at Dion she could tell Master was pleased, What was the start of the evening a weak and vulnerable teetering on insanity she-male, crossover to something scary something so opposite of Raven that it would simply terrify those who loved her. All her thoughts all the desires seemed centered on pleasing Master, and accepting the word of Belial as gospel. The skittles affects still engaging amplifying her emotions a desire of Lust growing as she holds the tool, a growing sense of insecurity that she must do all this because she wants to be loved and shine in her Master’s eyes, and the laziness to not want to fight an ounce of the wrong that somewhere inside her knows this is all wrong. All her friends, all the events which led up to her searching for answers…. Shards of memories came back to Raven as her arm raised and came down hard, the day she stepped off the bus into Dead End. Blood spattering back into her face, Meeting Dee on the street, she was such a street punk, with all her piercings and boyish style of dress, quite the contrast to her clothing of school girlish style, yet they hit it off like peas in a pod. Raven’s arm raises again with weapon in hand. […]