11-27-2010, 06:17 PM
((I always find a way))
Jacob cried in shame as she and Champ left the room. He could see his father berating and disowning him, his sisters abandoning him in disgust, and his mothers shaking their heads in pity for him, the poor disgusting creature. He would soon cry himself to sleep, and have nightmares of his family and Kazey...
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For the days of torture, Jacob did his best to be a good slave. So much like his mother. He would study her tone and body, making sure he always acted accordingly. He took the drugs, fed her mistress, and allowed himself to be fed the sperm or gruel.
The tears eventually stopped. He had accepted his fate and in a way, forgot about his family in his waking hours. The only time he really thought about them was in his sleep, where his nightmares would have them torture him along with the woman.
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Jacob realized he did not get his daily drug, but dared not speak out. He did as he usually did, but when he felt the muscles spams and heard her voice he almost started crying again. He groaned and screamed in pain, feeling the horrible agony. "P-please, Mistress, have mercy," he pleaded as she held the Bactine.
Jacob cried in shame as she and Champ left the room. He could see his father berating and disowning him, his sisters abandoning him in disgust, and his mothers shaking their heads in pity for him, the poor disgusting creature. He would soon cry himself to sleep, and have nightmares of his family and Kazey...
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For the days of torture, Jacob did his best to be a good slave. So much like his mother. He would study her tone and body, making sure he always acted accordingly. He took the drugs, fed her mistress, and allowed himself to be fed the sperm or gruel.
The tears eventually stopped. He had accepted his fate and in a way, forgot about his family in his waking hours. The only time he really thought about them was in his sleep, where his nightmares would have them torture him along with the woman.
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Jacob realized he did not get his daily drug, but dared not speak out. He did as he usually did, but when he felt the muscles spams and heard her voice he almost started crying again. He groaned and screamed in pain, feeling the horrible agony. "P-please, Mistress, have mercy," he pleaded as she held the Bactine.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.