03-21-2011, 07:17 AM
Jacob felt something in him snap as he heard his lovers being taken away. He roared in rage and thrashed in his chair, trying to free himself, showing an animalistic rage that rivaled Jet's. He glared at the Mistress and roared in anger. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! I'll never love you, you fucking bitch! I'll make you pay!" He would refuse the food and even the drug, his red hot hatred working as a wonderful anti-drug for the moment.
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.