Sadie and Serena's Fall - Part 05

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The following is a 300+ pages illustrated story. all characters are over the age of 18, and the story surrounds two step-sisters that are not of actual blood connection. The story contains several dark parts and has different horror and violent aspects to it. None of which is for the purpose of cheap snuff, but rather, to depict the cruelty and merciless nature of the underground world of debauchery. The world is a fictional one, and it does not share our world's history or development.

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Serena murmured softly. She was having a pleasant dream. Unaware of what was happening to her or where she was.

".. The open zipper in front goes all the way back beyond her anus and even the base of the prosthetic tail. But, like I covered earlier, the suit is basically her skin. To the subject, it will feel like we're touching her skin when we rub her on her suit. She will feel naked wherever she is. The idea of the zipper is that it will make her feel and look even more exposed. This is to subject her to more humiliation. We're working with an unbroken subject. Yet to be mentally broken down, yet to be trained. We'll cover that more when we get to phase 2 and what that will involve. But, as you can see, formerly a human lady, this thing..." The doctor stopped his presentation for a moment to take in the cute expression that the girl was making. 

A playful grin formed, showing off her slightly elongated feline teeth. "... This very cute thing, has primarily amplified reaction to touch, stimulation, arousal, around its sex and breasts. The shiny translucent plasti covering her boobs are highly customizable. The ground work was done using the new strain of the hucow serum, but it is incredibly flexible. a good framework for customization of slaves. You can mute the dark pigmentation and oiliness of the plasti bonding with the boobs to have it appear as if she's got her boobs hanging out. Remember, with the amplification, a gentle breeze will feel like someone delicately rubbing her most sensitive spots with incredible technique."

The man walked behind Serena, patting her on her head. As he did, her head did respond slightly to the touch, leaning into the hand. He then grabbed her thigh hungrily. She began breathing a little heavier as he caressed her backside. His hand then came underneath her. His palm a centimeter away from her warm genitals. He chuckled. 

"Such heat, good breed."

He paused as the faint sound of laughter was heard from a small device in the man's ear.

"Now. Phase 2 is where you come in. Our financial supporters all have the possibility to contribute. As this one needs to be tested in the field, to see how well it can adapt, and how far until it snaps. We will be doing it a little differently this time. Think of this as an auction. You will donate what you believe our research deserves. the one to give the highest will be rewarded by having temporary ownership over this cute little unspoiled flower. The auction is open, and there's no buyout. It will end in 25 hours, and the top three donors will have an extra round with custom rules once the first deadline has been met. You can only put in two bids during the last five minutes, and each time a new bid takes place, the deadline extends by five minutes. In one hour, the auction will begin. You will be able to see her from every angle, there's also a drone-controlled camera that you each can control in here. A sample of her hair, saliva, sweat, and lip-print have all been sent to each of you. This is not just bidding for her, but for our research. We value each one of our patrons greatly. "

He pet her thigh appreciatively and pressed a remote. The screens went black, and the livestreaming paused. 

He exhaled. 

"I was hired because of my unrivaled genius and my work never being interfered by flimsy morals, not because of my ability to rile a crowd and speak publicly. "

He walked over to another console. Pressing a few more buttons before a voice was heard.

"Yes?" the voice asked impatiently.

"Our deal, I can't agree to any.... penetration. But you can still come and marvel at it in person if you so want. It still needs 12 more hours, but since time is of the essence, you can at least see and touch it." He told the man.

The man on the other side sighed. "Okay. Oh, I'm bringing Lira. Can you turn off the cameras and IFF drones? I don't want any surprises. I went through a lot to make sure she belongs to me. I'm doing this as a favor to her, so.... What?" A female voice was heard on the other side. Her words were too quiet to really hear. 

"Sorry about that, she's so very easily confused. Thanks to your help with the reversal, her value as an off-site science project has made life easier. We'll be over in 20 minutes." The man said. 

"All right, I'll be expecting you by that time then, Chris." The doctor replied.

"Hmmm.. You look so blissful and unaware. The world is a cold and cruel place for a female. But soon, you may be able to feel the comfort and warmth of being a useful tool to a superior man. Someone who can shield you from the strain of the world. A troubled female quickly grows decrepit. I can help you stay useful and smooth forever." He brushed the hair away from Serena's eye and left the room. Leaving the girl all alone in this cold room filled with quiet machines and black screens.

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"Go inside and take a look. It's the step-sister of the one who bought you as a slave. " A male voice sounded as a strange creature entered the room.

Lira was slowly walking down the stairs. Ever since the reversal, she had been wanting to explore. The world was so vast and impressive, she was looking at everything through child-like curiosity.

"H...Hello?" She said hesitantly. Already knowing that the person was unconscious, she still had to let her presence be known. It was only natural to her. 

Ever since her breasts got reduced, she could walk again, but only at a very slow pace. She was still struggling with balancing, but she was slowly learning to improve. 

Now that she is allowed to walk around without her collar, she keeps feeling more naked. Chris promised to buy her a new one, so she doesn't want to complain about it. 

"Aaaah..." A breathy moan escaped the curved lips from the step-sister of her former owner. 

The sultry sounds made Lira weak in her knees. The room felt familiar, but the sounds and smells of this girl made her stomach fill up with butterflies. 

She had to go further, and needed to walk all the way inside. This room felt magical. She wiped the drool that had begun pouring out of her toothless mouth.

"Can I... Touch ith?" She asked. Stopping herself halfway through the sentence before she gathered the bravery to finish the question. 

"Yes." The voice said briefly. As cold and callous as it did sound, there was a warmth that helped Lira muster enough strength to push on. 

She wanted to taste this one. It was clad in black, but it looked naked at the same time. Maybe it is soft to the touch. She liked soft things.  As she waddled down the steps, a little bell was ringing.

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A loud moan sounded as the black-clad girl reached the peak of another wave. Her guttural cry took on more vibration as a deep-seeded growl mixed itself into the vocal performance. The animalistic roar enticed Lira, she felt herself drawn to the girl. The aura of carnal pleasure, debauchery, and perversion was like gravity to the waddling cow-patterned slave. She couldn't escape it now that she was this close. Something about this girl was amazing. 

"She looksh sho happy and cluelesh" Lira said softly. She had mastered speaking without teeth, but when she gets aroused and excited, she would lisp and drool more. 

The restrained girl had such a nice body, Lira couldn't help but be a little jealous. She wasn't certain, but she thinks she might've had a strong body before she was a slave.

The aesthetics of a strong body was always a turn-on for her. 

As she got closer, a whiff of her smell caught Lira's nose. The breath of the moaning girl, it was like a bed of Lilacs in late spring. 

The sweet and soothing scent of Serena.

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Could anyone really blame her? Lira attached herself to the trapped body of Serena and brought her head to the unknowing girl's neck. Its smell was enthralling. 

But the scent alone wasn't enough, she wanted more. Starting at the lowest part of the new black collar, Lira traced her tongue up, across the black-clad neck, up the warm and soft skin of her chin. As she kept going up, the taste and smell intensified until she was at her mouth. Hesitating only for a brief period, she pulled her head back before going in. Pushing her lips against Serena's before penetrating her mouth with an extraordinarily hungry tongue.

The taste was all that he hoped for, she kept slobbering into the mouth of the girl, wanting more. She reacted immediately to the kiss, muttering tiny barely audible moans and gasps in between the wet embraces of Lira's tongue. 

Lira's left hand kept exploring this new body. The lack of a strong and firm cock made her hand a little sad, but as she noticed the thick tail on Serena's back, it instinctively grabbed a hold of it.

Muscle memory was all that drove her hand to move, but it yielded a strong and immediate result. Serena's cheeks flushed in red as her breathing got heavier. Lira recognized that this was a very sensual and erotic spot, so she grabbed it, squeezed it, stroked it, whatever made Serena give off the strongest reaction. 

The sound of Lira licking and kissing, her lips smacking as she moaned in pleasure. This feline creature felt so amazing. The suit looked strong, resilient, thick, and coarse. The truth was that it was as soft as skin, but it was much more slippery. Like it was coated in an invisible layer of lubricant. The same for the tail. The catgirl was an oiled-up toy for Lira. 

Serena slowly opened her eyes. The world was a red blur, but it felt soft, plump, and tingling. Like she was wrapped inside a very fleshy form-fitting pillow. 

Her thoughts were scrambled, all over the place, she felt like this was a scene from a particular vivid dream. Her mind needed time to adjust from the long time it spent unconscious. She didn't really react to this like it was real, because it was clearly not.

All she did when waking up was to return the kiss, massaging the tongue that so eagerly wanted attention, and move her hip, as much as the restraints allowed her. It was like she had a new set of sexual organs placed above the butt. Pleasure, like electrical circuits, shot through from her back. Something she could feel and recognize in its entirety.

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Minutes later, Lira finally pulled back from the kiss. 

"Wh... Where... Who?" Serena asked, still trapped in a world of haze and confusion.

Lira smiled. Seeing such a cute and innocent creature gave her a jolt of happiness. Knowing that this pure thing would have its wings ripped off before dragging it through the dirty streets, raping and ravaging every corner of its very being. 

It was something out of a fairytail to Lira. She understood the gravity of the situation, as well as the peril that awaited the poor thing. 

"Where am..." Serena asked, almost managing to form a sentence. 

"Shhh...", Lira calmed her down, " you're in heaven, and thish ish pure pleasure." She brushed the hair away from Serena's ear as she slowly began rubbing her crotch.

Serena tried to move, tried to cover herself a little as her surroundings slowly came into focus. She struggled helplessly against the restraints for a few seconds before a powerful wave shook her core. As she was about to clear her mind, the explosion of pleasure coated her mind in white fog.

"Who... Are you...?" She managed to utter in between moans and shudders.

Lira had to answer, her programming wouldn't allow any coyness or vague response.

"I am the sex slave formerly known ash Lira Cel'korinth. shurgically modified for oral and vaginal pleashure."

She maintained eye contact as she introduced herself. Her left hand slowed down a little.

"Where's Sad..." Serena was cut off as Lira resumed fingering her with even more intensity.

"Don't worry about your shtep-sishter, she's gone. You will never shee her again. You are responshible for her fate. She curshed your name ash she wash taken. You failed her, and now, you will be reduced to a worthlesh whore, jusht like her."

It was the way she said it, like she was struggling with saying those words because they brought her such incredible ecstasy. The sheer joy she felt when uttering those horrible things, like she had just told her family that she was getting married. 

Serena was struggling with registering the meaning of what she was just told. 

"Now cum! Cum for me, you worthlesh slut!" She said, lovingly, as she expertly worked Serena's body. The assault on her pussy was too much as her body couldn't help but obey, throwing her into another earth-shattering crescendo.

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An explosion of pleasure. The synchronized stimuli of the degradation, her new organ being massaged, her sex being fingered, brought out a new image that was implanted in her. Meant to arouse her while she slept. One of several sexual scenarios that was handcrafted, an artificial memory that was meant to play in her mind while unconscious so that she would be more open and less inhibited upon waking up. 

It would take a lot of time before it would yield any permanent results, but it was primarily implanted to make her less jumpy and frantic when waking up to her new state. 

It was a rather mild way of gaslighting compared to the other techniques in the arsenal of her captors.

The pleasure was crackling and burning. The overload of feelings made her black out.

The scene of herself dripping with perversion kept playing in her head.

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Serena! Where are you? Where am I? Please be safe. Please... 

It's so cold here, it's dark. I can't hear, I can't smell, I can't see, I don't even know where I am! Someone save me!

Sadie's inner pleas were vocal at first. But after 2 weeks in this isolated and unending blackness, she kept repeating the words in her head, in her heart.

All she was allowed to do was drink a thick substance thrice per day. The rest of the time, she was all alone, on a cold and hard floor, inside a cylindrical room. Every time she enters deep sleep, a mechanical arm extends from the ceiling and offers her body a comfortable position to sleep. As she's about to wake up, it returns her to the previous position on the floor. 

Her days were spent recounting the days she spent with her step-sister, smacking her lips, and masturbating. She held off on touching herself for almost 2 days. After her freakout on the second day, where she screamed, cried, scratched, punched, kicked and raged, she threw aside some of her pride. The pleasure from masturbation did help the time passing, and it offered her some solace from the ever-constant blackness of the cruel world around.

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The artificiality of the memories were for some reason known to Serena. As she tried to move around, she felt a familiar, yet horrifying sensation of something pushing deep inside of her. 

Blocking out as much of her surroundings as she could, Serena spoke with an attempt at a strong and commanding voice.

"Wh.. where am I? Let me go! Now!"

It was quite the flimsy facade, as fear and panic coated her words.

"Smile for the camera!" A strong male voice replied. She couldn't see anyone around. Only an overkill amount of cameras all pointed...

She shuddered as she noticed how they were all looking at her, and not just her face. Some seemed zoomed in on her most intimate bits.

As she averted her gaze from the cameras, something truly terrifying caught her eyes. Needles. Tiny needles. they were all permeating her. some pale liquid was slowly emptying itself into her. As she watched, the needles slowly injected their payload into her body. A growing heat from where they were puncturing her allowed her to feel the location of each needle. 

She tried to wriggle out of her bindings, but it was useless. Before she even began trying to escape, she had already surrendered to the hold the machine had of her. 

"Stand still, please. We can actually see how deep inside of you the phallus has gotten by seeing the silhouette of the glow around your abdomen."

The man's voice was very matter-of-fact, which sent a chill down her spine. Someone was so detached from empathy that they saw her as not even a living being, but a piece of furniture that had to be moved a little to the side to better compliment the newly purchased rug.

"Let me GO!" Serena shouted. A cold and sharp laughter was all the reply she ever received. 

Her legs were slowly pushed further apart as the locks around her feet each slowly slid further apart.

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Leading up to her being alone for weeks, trapped in a room with none of her senses save for touch, she was picked up by someone.

A big man who never told her who he was, or what was going on, came for her.

It had only been 2 days since he took her.

The only thing she was told was that she had completed her original task, the hand mark symbolized the success of her assignment and the stage. As soon as he took her away, the lights suddenly turned dim and the restrictive boots fell off.

Sadie tried to hold her tears in. They were the reason for why her hair had been shaved off in the first place. Every time she made a sound without permission, he would take away something from her. 

"Listen to my words. " The man said with a strangely warm and patient voice,

"you are being punished because you failed to act within the parameters set by your owner. When I first explained the situation to you, your mind was in a bit of a chaotic state, so I am guessing that is why you are acting out. You are an object, a tool. You are no longer a test subject. You may become one again in the future, that is within the realm of possibility, but right now, you are my slave. I do not like personality and impulsiveness in my tools. " He was explaining this like it was the simplest and most obvious of concepts. Sadie was terrified, shaken to the core. She could only stand there, barely. He had casually grabbed both her hands behind her back, pulling her up so she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

"Would you use a hammer that would at its own whim aim for your finger instead of the nail?" He looked at Sadie. Before she had time to answer, he continued.

"It was rhetorical. So I hope you understand your situation now. You will not make a sound unless I command it. I understand that too much information will just confuse you, so here's one rule that you must follow. When I order you to do something, you will answer, but not with words of a simple nod. You will spread your legs, get on your tippy toes, and reach up for the sky. With your body, you will create an X. Your hip will be pushed forward, your head will be lifted as high as you can. You will assume this position until I pat your body twice." He finished explaining and pulled out two weirdly familiar plugs. Sadie had no time to linger on what he said. The man opened his mouth again.

"This will, unfortunately, be something that won't be put into practice until you've finished paying for the mistakes you've already committed. So, until I take these off of you, you will not be able to hear anything. Your sense of hearing will be stripped from you. Again, this is your fault, but try not to dwell on it. However, I will expect that you remember how to respond to my commands once I remove these plugs from you again. If not, you will be punished."

He kept talking about punishments and expectations, but Sadie was feeling light-headed. sick to her stomach. His words were poisoning her.

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Time had passed

She was coming to sporadically, it all felt very ethereal. Pockets of consciousness amidst the black and unending ocean of carnal horror.

"Still keeping up the facade, eh? Well, don't worry. We'll remove those pesky needles, then we will flip this big screen. That way you get to see yourself like the rest of the world. speaking of which, you now have almost 1 million viewers watching, congratulations. Maybe you get to be viewer number one million, eh?" He was mocking her, but as the screen slowly turned around, she saw to her horror the reflection of her situation. The multiple camera angles. Zooming in on the giant invader that's penetrating her. Every detail of her body was not just shown to the world, but it was also molested. She had no idea what was inside of the needles, no idea what the items on the table were for. Her heart was beating faster and faster. As her heart rate increased, she felt a warm glow spread from her groin, then from the needle points. As a black-clad man started pulling the needles out of her, she screamed out in horrified ecstasy.

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She could no longer hear anything anyone would say to her. All she heard was the beating of her own heart, and the bass of her own voice.

No tears this time, no sobbing. She desperately tried to detach herself from the situation. After the plugs were inserted, she felt something sting in her ear, like the plugs anchored themselves into her flesh. She understood from this that they were impossible to remove, at least to her. If she was to claw at them, she'd most likely rip out her own ear before removing those plugs. 

The man said something, she heard rumbling. He lifted her arms with such ease, raising her body up to a point where she was basically hanging helplessly in the air. He did so to lift her head high enough to pat her. He was rewarding her with a tender and gentle patting of the head. He stroked her newly shaved head. A sick sense of love was guiding the hand. It seems Sadie had made her new owner proud.

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"Two million viewers!" A voice shouted. Serena barely registered the voice as she kept screaming her lungs out. She felt the intruder in her chest. She was being spit roasted. The burning sensation had spread throughout her entire body. It felt like she was made of something stretchy. Like she was burning hot metal that could be shaped. A malleable body that men could literally turn into whatever fit their wants and needs. 

This dug deep into her. Seeing herself between her squinting eyes, what stared back was a piece of fleshy clay in the middle of being formed by invisible hands. 

Now you see yourself for what you are! Do not look away. Take it in. Drink the substance that is your fate, taste it, let it linger. Your true nature and purpose in this world is unfolding itself, do not shy away. Find comfort in this, seek shelter in the fact that you can be useful. Serena, I am speaking directly to you now. The path to permission is through a sex-ladened river of debauchery where the objective is the pleasure of man. Only through permission will you get anywhere. Deviate from the path and you lose yourself, shy away from making the trip, and you will fade into nothingness. Take the plunge, throw away all selfish thoughts of pride and ego. Think back to your step-sister, remember the bliss in her eyes. 

Like someone else was intruding inside her own mind, a powerful message engraved itself in her very soul. Words that would never be forgotten. 

But, would she heed the advice?

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Only a little time had passed. She was brought in front of a man with a big camera. Her owner was radiating with joy. It was playing out like a typical family photo that was about to be taken. 

She instinctively moved her hand to cover her crotch. She wanted to cover her breasts too, but she felt her owner's big hands grab her shoulders. She grabbed and clenched one of his fingers, holding on to something. She was scared, but also notably confused. Everything that had happened with her had all flowed from one scenario to the next, there was never time to stop and reflect. It had actually helped her maintain composure. But now, as she stood clad in nothing but a collar that wrote "Pig whore" in front of a new stranger, the situation gradually sunk in. As she had managed to stay quiet when he went over her head with a razor, he had organized a picture to commemorate her becoming his slave. The man pushed and prodded at her body to make sure she was positioned the correct way before he leaned in. All while she still held tightly around his finger. 

He wasn't rewarding her. He was taking a last picture of the two of them before he was going to punish her. She had been silent, but she'd been shedding tears all day long. A couple of times he had even heard her sob. 

He was going to ruin her, but wanted to take a picture of her clueless face first. He wanted to have some fun before sending her off, though.

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Serena was slowly coming to. Was she waking up, or was she about to enter a new vivid dreamscape?

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The photographer turned the display on his camera around, letting Sadie get a glimpse at what she looked like. As it slowly sunk in, the two men had a quick chat. 

She couldn't stop staring at the image of herself. Although small and far away, her horrifying figure was sending cold shivers through her body. Like knives made of ice, they cut into her. 

My... my hair... everything is... wrong... I am wrong. That isn't me... that...

She tried holding back the tears. 

Then she noticed the black under her eyes. Captured on the photo, strong contrast to her pale skin, the black mess that her tears had made. It looked like she had been crying all day. That must mean she failed again. 

I will be punished, again...

Her heart dropped. At terminal velocity through a bottomless pit, she felt herself fall deeper and deeper.

Her owner must've noticed her expression, as he bent over and said a few words. The words were inaudible. 

She felt tears begin trickling down her cheeks. Her mind thought to what her next punishment could possibly entail, then to her step-sister, then to what her life would become, then... it stopped. She could, for the first time since the plugs were added, hear something.

Her owner had leaned over her, not going for a warm embrace, or a hug to comfort her, but to grab her crotch. His huge hand cupping her lower area as he pushed his cheek against hers. 

That's when she heard him. He said a single word, with such bass, with such power, and with such authority, the vibrations from her owner passed through her own body, it quaked her to the core. Her fragile heart, the very essence of her identity, her soul. The vibrations made out a word that she recognized. 

"Mine." 

He grabbed around her lower part. He had laid claim to her sex, to her vulva, to her reproductive organs, to her body... With that one word, and with that one touch, he had taken Sadie's body.

She broke. Tears were flowing freely and she burst into a desperate wail of sorrow and despair. Crying her heart out. How could one man do so much damage with so little effort. 

Her owner signaled the photographer to keep taking photos.

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Where am I?

She slowly looked around, scanning the room she was in. Unfamiliar, all the way down to the smell and humidity. Nothing that felt remotely familiar or close to home. The lights were constant and colorless. The room was void of any features, it merely contained her, and nothing else. Not a single soft corner, not a single kind and asymmetrical speck. 

She rolled over, a flash of skin made her aware that her groin was seemingly exposed. As she put her hands down to try and manage the strange zipper opening, she noticed her hands were inside some very sturdy mittens. The mittens wouldn't allow any movement in her hands except for a few degrees of angling of her wrist. A similar scene came to her mind, just for a moment, before fading into obscurity. Her heart began beating loud and fast. Adrenaline was coursing through Serena's body. 

PERIL!

She felt it. 

She knew it.

What happened earlier, it was all just a dream.  But this, but now... She was actually awake, awake and in a living, real to life nightmare.

She desperately tried to hook her round and frictionless mittens onto the zipper, wanting to cover herself, she flailed, huffed and puffed. All her energy being converted into useless motions. 

Fatigue set in, slowly. As she slumped down, she tried remembering more of what had happened to her. She feared that she might've been drugged by someone.

The man, the man with the gun! My step-sister. Sadie!

She remembered the man with the weapon. He shot her. And the voice. The voice that told her. 

A deep cold encroached. 

Her head slumped to the side as she found herself lying on the reflective floor. It was an active effort, not looking at herself. So afraid of what she might look like. As she stared off, she noticed something. The one other thing here that wasn't part of the room. Out from a small slit in the wall, a leash was tossed in. Inches away from her, the metal clip. 

Will I be visited by a dog? Why... I am.. I am wearing a collar. Does someone expect me to be on a leash? Am I to make the plunge?

She froze. Trying to remember where she heard that word, it felt familiar. 

A strange sensation reintroduced itself. Something was slithering, on her command, up her legs. 

A limb? A tail?

She ignored it. If she never acknowledged it, it wouldn't exist. 

"I am a woman, not a dog. I am a woman, not a dog. I'm a..." She began muttering to herself while staring blankly at the leash. A leash that was obviously meant for her.

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Time passed, but it didn't quite register with Sadie. She was petrified.

Awaiting something cruel, she just wanted the punishment to be over with. 

She felt her master turn her around. He slowly guided her arms, making them push against her gigantic boobs. It slowly dawned on her what was going on. 

This is the punishment. This is all I have to do. 

Strangely, Sadie felt relief. What she expected to be the end of her fragile world seemed to just be a blowjob with some assistance from her boobs.

She wanted to impress, she had to impress. Her master demanded perfection and punished anything else.

As he finished guiding her body, she found herself standing up straight, lifting her breasts up and squeezing her master's member with a plump embrace of artificially augmented mammaries.

She was so small compared to him, she could give him a boobjob standing, but not just that. As his flesh felt the stimulation of her boobs and her slow and conscious motion, it grew and grew. Towering up to her eyes, slightly surpassing them, his manhood stood tall and thick. The domination of her body, the cock stood erect and upright, she felt like she was worshipping it. Supporting it as it reached for the sky. 

Her master grabbed her shiny head. It was a soft touch, strangely comforting, as he started leading it forward. As her eyes came closer to the object of their worship, tears streamed down her face. A brief moment of self-reflection gave insight to her situation. 

She was about to pleasure the man who took everything from her. The man that separated her from her step-sister, stole away so many things that she loves. He shaved her, humiliated her, stole from her vital senses. He expected worship, kindness, and loyalty. 

Because I'm a girl?

She thought to herself as her despair gave vibrance to her teary cheeks and eyes. Her nose was stuffed, but she felt more wetness in her eyes. Her lower lips were shaking as she stifled another outburst of sobbing on the tip of the thick and meaty cock that was slowly making its way to her mouth.

Like an infant sucking a thumb during a moment of duress, she found the same thing in the throbbing cock of her kidnapper.

He said something. She didn't know what, but by judging his expression, she figured he gave her permission to begin. 

Another uncontrollable shudder, followed by crying was silenced as she allowed the cock access to her wet mouth. The additional amount of saliva which came from her crying seemed to please her master.

She dared a glance up at her master, hoping to see appreciation or warmth.

What she saw was the face of the man who owned her.

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"I'm not!" She bursted out as she finally managed to maintain her balance while standing up. Still refusing to look at the reflection in the floor, still denying the voice in her head any authority. 

"You are not allowed to keep me here, let me out!" She shouted at the wall.

She wobbled around, throwing a hissy fit, turning, glaring, and angrily shouting at the walls. It wasn't nearly as defiant and triumphant as she had imagined it, as she struggled with maintaining her balance. She was used to wearing high heels, but this was still on a different level. These weren't as much heels as they were foot-restraints. 

It was a strange sight to behold. The girl was clearly trying to appear intimidating, but between the cat ears and tail, the wobbly ditzy waltz, and the exposed pussy, she was nothing but a transformed plaything throwing a temper tantrum. 

She shouted and screamed for nearly an hour. It seemingly had no effect.

The wall behind her started to emit a strange sound. Like glass scratching against metal, something slid into view.

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After using Sadie to his satisfaction, the man turned the girl around. Wallowing in the afterglow of what she had done, she offered little thought or resistance. It wasn't until she felt something wet cling against her face that she realized what was happening. 

Her master was forcing her head into a strange liquid-like plastic garb.

As she hopelessly struggled, her vision turned black. He was taking away her sight. Her mouth finally made it out of a small hole. With the plugs in her nostrils and ears, her sight followed in suit as her senses had been individually muted.

Her panic didn't last long. She surrendered to the darkness.

It overtook her. She stopped moving.

She was standing there. He wasn't holding her anymore. She was directionless. 

Waiting for some sensory input to guide her, she was as motionless as a chair.

...

She felt so alone.

The ground trembled ever so slightly, someone was coming. Her master returned. It had been 30 minutes, her master had come to see if she had stayed put.

He was pleasantly surprised as he found her waiting obediently. It wasn't a conscious decision of her to await orders, but it was an improvement in her conditioning. 

Sadie felt a hand touch her. The feeling of a man's hand caressing her body sent shivers through her spine. Every fiber of her body was honed in on the touch. She was completely focused on the hand that came into contact with her. Breathing with a tremble, her breath became more audible. Like he was gravity, she felt attracted to him. 

As his hand stroked her butt, she realized that it wasn't his hand that was rewarding her. He was casually rubbing his member against her. It was still wet and slightly oily from her own saliva. 

She felt his body heat. He was standing so close to her. 

Unsure if she was supposed to do something, she hoped it wouldn't be a punishable offense as she leaned into his body more. Not shying away from his cock, but not stimulating it. She wanted someone to lean on. 

With everything taken away from her, there was no reason to act resistant and disrespectful. Her pride wasn't important, she needed physical contact in a tender way. She felt so brutalized, the sweet sensation of kind intimacy would remedy some of her bruised heart.

As she leaned in, she felt a giant arm wrap around her lower waist. She felt her head touch his lower chest. His heartbeat was strong and slow. 

she just needed a little moment of kindness before she wanted to evaluate what was going on.

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"Door!" She yelled to herself, wobbling over as fast as her gimped movement would allow.

As she made it over, she began searching for a handle. Not finding one, she tried knocking. The padding of her mittens made the sound barely audible. A weak thumping that definitely wouldn't travel through the metal of the door was all she could make.

She tried knocking her head against the door, but the pain and lack of force did nothing. For a while, she stood there hitting and screaming at the door. Fatigue slowly sunk in. She went in for a kick, but as she lifted her right leg in preparation, she fell flat on her delicate butt. 

She tried standing up, but she was tired. Not wanting to give up, or give in, she kept at it until most of her energy was spent... Or wasted.

She refused to come to grips with what was happening to her. 

Her tail hugged around her.

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Her master lifted her up. As she felt his big arms carry her, she felt like an infant. Curled up in a ball, she was carried away to somewhere unknown. His hands were holding her with ease and care. She was a delicate instrument that he was moving. Wanting to feel loved, she hesitantly touched his face. She felt the rough and spiky beard of his cheek. Although it was coarse, it still felt nice. Wanting to call out to him, to beg him to help her. To beg him to save her, she stopped herself right as she was about to cry for his kindness.

"Mw..aaah..." She felt the vibrations of her wordless mouthing. Indiscernible moaning, involuntary sounds was what her master waved it off as. He wouldn't punish her for that. It was only natural. 

He spoke a few words to her. She felt the vibrations through her body. She didn't know what he said, but it wasn't an angry tone. She leaned her head in and nuzzled against his bicep. 

She felt the hand carrying her butt rub it gently. Being carried off, the pouting girl was so detached from everything, only the most primal and instinctual remained. She was afraid and alone, isolated and scared. This man offered a very strong feeling of security. Even if he was the one who took everything from her, he could still protect her. She felt like he was maybe beginning to feel as attached to her, as she felt to him. Without an ounce of choice, nor an iota of independence, what could be seen as Stockholm syndrome was just the little that remained of Sadie's sanity demanding safety.

In a few moments, she had surrendered herself to his whims, and was now dependent on his closeness and intimacy for her soul's survival. 

Could she only strike enough of an impact, if she only could make him see her as cherishable and someone worth pity and protection. 

Please, just love me...

She desperately thought. Wanting to tell him, but managing to hold her tongue.

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Curled up, she let her frustration and sadness out. Feeling violated and abandoned, she had nowhere to turn. 

Why won't anyone save me!? She thought to herself. She couldn't just be kidnapped without anyone looking for her.

Wanting to dry her tears, to clean her face, to scratch her nose, she rubbed her big mitten on her face, only to remind her that she could no longer do anything. 

She was only capable of sitting and crying. They had taken everything else from her. 

They might even take more.

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Handed off to someone else, Sadie felt her fragile heart sink when someone else suddenly grabbed around her, before carrying her away. 

She was dropped into what felt like the trunk of a car before being driven off to another unknown place. Sometimes she could feel vibrations from the chest of the man carrying her, his voice carried much less power, so no words were picked up. When she finally was put down on her own legs, she nearly tripped. As she tried to regain her balance, a sudden push against her back sent her tumbling into a new room. Somewhat similar to the room her step-sister was in, but not the same. 

Lira had once spent time in this room, it did not help restore her sanity, and most likely, it would not help Sadie either.

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They were patient with her. Letting time rob her of focus and determination.

As she couldn't sit still any longer, Serena kicked the door in frustration. As she toppled over from the force, she began crawling across the floor. Tensing her muscles, trying to find a weak spot on the floor, hoping it would crack or give hints to where she could escape through.

"Let me out!" She yelled. She was slowly crawling as she couldn't stop herself from looking. The strange glimpses she got from her peripherals were too tempting. 

Frozen, in the middle of her crawl, she couldn't avert her gaze.

Kitty ears, a degrading collar that spelled out "Free pussy", a completely exposed pussy, big black mittens that prevented her from using her hands, black and pink heels that looked ridiculous on her and robbed her of walking, and at last, she saw something that made her stomach curl up.

It began with a tickling sensation that sent waves of pleasure and excitement through her body. Something was ever-so-lightly touching her labia.

Like a hypnotic snake, something wiggled back and forth. She knew where it sprung from. She could feel it. As she saw it, she acknowledged it. She understood so clearly what it was.

"... Not a dog..." She mumbled as the panic came to the forefront.

She was dressed like a cat, and she was outfitted with an actual mechanical tail. 

What were they going to do with her? What was this? Was she fitted to become an attraction at a zoo for freaks?

There was a strong and undeniable sexual nature to the reflection staring back at her. It reminded her a little of how her step-sister had been transformed into a more grotesque and perverted version of herself. Was she about to become the same?

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Crashing to the ground, it was as if gravity itself wanted her on face down, ass up.

Laughter. 

She knew that the man that pushed her was laughing. She felt his mockery on her body. 

Frozen in place. Not moving was all that kept her from breaking down into more tears.

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The dam broke. 

Once she felt herself caving, it all came flooding. She yelled out, screaming and flailing. The sight of a tortured girl crying from despair, sadness, and frustration. It was all recorded. She could do nothing about her situation. Anything within her capability was rendered useless, just like her. 

As she was rolling back and forth, hugging herself, all she could think about was how pathetic and weak she was. Stripped of everything, she could do nothing but thrash in the face of futility.

Serena... Save me...

She was praying for her step-sister to help her, for someone to hand her an olive branch.

Sadie cried for nearly 4 hours.

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No one came to her aid.

She was trapped, and no one could save her. 

Hours alone, trapped within the thin grasp of the mask, held inside a prison made of blackness. 

Sadie was exhausted. Her heart was aching, it was so painful, just thinking about her step-sister made it hurt.

Clueless of the peril her step-sister was going through, she was only seeking the warm comfort of her hug. 

There was nothing to distract her from what was happening. No music, no alcohol, no computer, no cellphone, no vice, no jogging. It was nothing but the blackness, the perfect canvas for her mind to paint horrible scenarios, and horrifying realizations.

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Serena gasped as a voice shook her awake. How she managed to get sleep was beyond her, but for those few and soon forgotten moments, she wasn't there. Her dreams were sex-ladened, but they seemed like good dreams compared to the distressing reality of her current situation.

The clattering of something metallic slamming against the glass-like floor echoed with intensity. 

"Hhhhh.... Kitty. Dinner time... Be... Good... Come to... Me..." The words were out of this world. Every single vowel was the worst thing she'd ever heard, every consonant drove a shiv into her neck. As she slowly turned around to see what had crafted such lovecraftian levels of discomfort and pain, a man appeared.

Sickly, lanky, thin-skinned, and bald. Sweaty and old. 

He sat there, staring with beady, glossy grey eyes. His disgusting and flaccid fleshy rod pushed against the ground. Its slippery surface squeaked against the reflective floor as he moved forward.

"Break...fast..." 

A monster was sitting just a few meters away from her.

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Jumping to her feet, panic set in as her heart began beating so hard, she felt her body shake from the heartbeat.

Realizing that she had nowhere to run, Serena froze in place. Keeping herself steady, ready to react. Adrenaline was giving her unusual explosiveness.

"Get out!" She hissed while gritting her teeth. Her defensive stance was unusual, especially considering that she was balancing on a tiny heel. Only giving more credit to the operation, her pose was a masterpiece. The creepy visitor noticed it as well. He wanted to have more fun with the subject, but what he saw was already blowing his mind. 

" Pussy is hissy. Heh... I will... " He cut his sentence short, as a defiant face struggling with keeping the tears from rolling, was staring back at him. It became increasingly difficult to remain in character. He recognized that he couldn't maintain his mask for much longer, not when facing such a ripe temptation.

His lips shuddered and he simply leaned back. 

The inner turmoil was too much. It would be a disservice to the beauty in front of him to simply take her so suddenly. This was something that he should ration out. Nibble on. Sparingly consume.

"Breakfast."

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8 days is what it took. Slowly increasing her sensitivity, she needed an escape. The days had all blurred into each other. She did nothing. It felt like she was dead. Her life was just a big gaping hole, void of sounds, activity, socializing, being productive... She did nothing but wither. Trapped in this black cage, she could do nothing but dissolve in the endless sea of depression.

But on the eight day, assuming she was trapped in a windowless prison, her fingers trailed down to her neglected crotch. Her eager sex was in such anticipation, she could feel the tingling of her juices dripping.

She was always hungry when falling asleep, but she always woke up full and content. Little did she know about what happened to her when she wasn't awake.

Finally, she caved in. The moment she shoved her fingers into her starving hole, an explosion of gleeful pleasure shot through her. A loud grunt that quickly turned into a high-pitched shriek filled the air. The greatest orgasm of her life had just hit her. She couldn't stop herself. Quickly rubbing out a second one, she kept going. 

Harder and rougher, she went at it. Not being able to hear, she roared in pleasure!

Her body convulsing, her muscles were contracting at random. It looked like she was having a seizure. 

Shedding another layer of her butchered pride. 

It was the sensation of orgasm, it was her only pleasure. The only thing left in her life. 

It muted the suffering, censored the awareness, blacked out her memories...

It was everything she needed. Escaping through carnal pleasure.

Either she was hidden from sight, or she didn't care anymore. She was less than a person. Sadie Louis was now only the sum of her orgasm, her worth was that of masturbation.

Her only remaining feature was her sexual organs.

"Fuck me! More, I need cock, I need more! Maaa!! Ooooiooh! Just kill me, fuck me, choke me! Aaaah!" 

A gigantic mixture of so many different emotions, frustrations, sexual satisfaction, self-loathing, and grooming had rendered her a shouting lump of pleasure-seeking meat.

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She couldn't stop touching herself.

Whatever she would do, she'd do it with one hand on the crotch.

She would basically walk around, getting herself off, just letting time slither by. With the increasingly powerful pleasure of masturbation, she could literally touch herself the whole day every day. After she climaxed, there was no time to rest. No point. She just got more sensitive and more responsive every time she reached the peak. 

Wanting more, but settling for what she had, she was a lot more docile. 

Sometimes she'd just stand in the middle of the room, do a depraved pose, then get herself off. She was imagining that others were watching her. Her fantasy was colored in strong images of violence and abuse. Her hand was tightening around her own throat as she felt herself approach a new climax.

It looked so soulless. She was just standing there, spreading her labia, and flaunting her pink to the men and cameras watching her.

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She was in the middle of a particularly intense session of masturbating when she felt the ground tremble, ever so slightly. 

Panicking, she assumed a pose that came to her like instinct. She stood straight, hands by the sides, head down. 

She knew who this was. This was a big man. The intensity and power was leaking through her skin. 

Shivering from anticipation, she felt such relief when she felt her master's hands grab her. 

He spoke to her, but only the bass of his voice registered to her, she felt him speak, but understood none. She was sure that his tone was kind and commending.

He began to inspect her body. She was sweaty, but she didn't feel disgusting. There was this feeling and understanding when she was gross. She didn't feel like that. She was wet with sweat, but she was certain that she didn't smell bad. Unaware of her nightly treatment, she didn't think much of it.

All she could do was to keep herself in check. She didn't want to spend more time here. It was blackness. The void was a pool of nothingness. When he touched her, it felt like time finally resumed. Like she finally lived again. 

Even if he was basically inspecting her like livestock, she cherished the attention. The feeling of interaction. 

She let the hands do whatever they wanted. She even managed to keep straight when they graced her crotch. Another finger almost made her make a sound as it plopped into her moist backdoor hole. It left a few moments later. 

One hand on her breast, lifting it, wobbling it, like jello on a small plate, it was an act of balancing. The other hand came down on her shoulder.

She felt so small as it grabbed her. 

It tapped her approvingly as the other hand massaged her boob gratefully.

The hands then left her body, she felt the man turn around. 

Thinking back to the last things he said, she did something rather desperate...

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It was mentioned to her once, right before it all turned black, she faintly recalled him telling her to stretch out, and thrust the hip forward. At this point, she didn't feel the embarrassment was strong enough to stop her. She didn't want him to leave, she needed more. 

Greedily, she shot her groin forward and stretched for the ceiling.

She posed this awkward way for a few seconds before she felt a slight wind tickle her body. Her master had returned. 

Her right breast was lifted, then squeezed. It was a soft and loving sensation, the increase in pressure was gradual, but the pleasure she derived from it was exponentially more powerful.

She shuddered in bliss as he trampled her with the sweetest of pleasure.

The wet and vacuuming feeling, her master had begun drinking from her. Sadie felt, for the first time in ages, important. As her master was drinking her milk, the rhythmic pulling of her nipple sent shockwaves of ecstasy to her brain. This registered on a deeper level. And then, it was accompanied with something just as strong. 

He was rewarding her with some attention in the nether regions. Struggling with standing still, the pleasure was too much.

Not able to contain herself, she shrieked out as her senses were overloaded. Like a jackhammer beating her brain into submission, she couldn't maintain herself. 

The legs threw in the towel first, as she slumped to the ground, shaking, like she was suffering a seizure. 

As she tried to stand up, she felt the presence of her master vanishing.

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Crushed, she knew she had failed him.

A feeble hand stretched out, hoping he would take it. 

It was a deep pain, when she knew she had let him down. The only tether to the world that she could cling to, he was a God to Sadie at this point.

Her master wasn't pleased with the result. He was disappointed with how driven by carnal lust she had become. If she can't be a good servant, then she should become the only thing that she was suited for.

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Someone was coming. She could feel it. But this wasn't her master. Someone else was there. 

"Well, such a sweet little thing. Let's see how good you are at doing the only thing you're meant to..." The man spoke to deaf ears.

A man was standing in front of her. She slowly began sitting up. 

This is a man... Hope he won't stop me...

She thought to herself as she started reaching for his feet.

She was so afraid of being rejected. She had submissively begun searching for his feet, so that she could make her way to his manhood. Losing herself in pleasure is all that makes time pass, but pleasing a man, while drowning it the carnal lust that was starving her, that would be her goal.

Maybe she could make an ally out of him if she sucked his cock.

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Her hands were scratching at the belt, desperate for the release of what was contained inside. 

Finally, she unbuckled it. The buttons went by in a second, the fabric gave way to the flesh inside.

As she unbuttoned the pants, a thick and growing surprise plopped out. The heat she felt coming from it, while it was swaying in front of her face, it was all she needed. Slowly pulling the pants down, she couldn't resist it.

She had to sample the surface, her tongue exited the mouth to greet its new friend.

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The moment she had undressed the man's pants and shoes, she felt his gratefulness in full as he wrapped his hands around her smooth skull, and shoved the length of his cock inside of her.

A satisfying wet gag bubbled out of her stuffed mouth as the vacuum created by the in and out motion made for some loud and pig-like sounds. The lack of airflow through her nose, and her blocked sinus made it so that the only way the compressed air could escape was in between the thick phallus and her lips. Gagging, coughing, spitting, bubbling. 

These were sounds that she could feel deep inside. She was acting on instinct, on her lust. It was not rationalized anymore. No thoughts.

But these disgusting sounds were still reaching her. Slowly making her aware, jolting her sense of self back into the forefront of what was going on. 

On her knees, shaved to indistinguishable degrees, ears blocked off from sounds, nose blocked off from smell, eyes blocked off from sight. A bald and shiny head shoved into a prison made of some latex-like substance. Forever coated in a glossy sex toy texture.

A big dick lodged in her mouth, a man wielding, not holding, but wielding her head, using it like a toy. Her hands were not resisting. They were kept low, allowing the man complete domination over not just her head, but her entire being. Both arms were slowly swinging back and forth as he was vigorously pumping her head.

Her gags and gurgling, the guttural hiccups of spit and foreign fluids, it kept going. "Ble... ghhhl... blaa... uhggg. bllblbbrb... blll... bla....".

What... Am...

She began asking herself before she shuddered as a climax took control of her mind.

In the absence of awareness, her tongue started massaging the meat. Not really making a notable difference as the man was too big, but desperate for recognition. She wanted to impress. 

The man was certainly feeling good, he was nearly lifting Sadie off the ground as he kept slamming his defiling cock in and out of her pathetic mouth. The way her lips so perfectly enveloped his member, this was a match meant to be. Her mouth was made for this.

She was slowly running out of air...

"Bll... glaa.... ggghhhh... brrtttllbllbll... bla... glll..."

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The man's patience was fleeting. He was also impulsive and prone to changing his mind.

"You don't want to take my food, you look at me with nothing but disgust and hate."

He took a long pause, gauging her reaction, or lack thereof. 

"I bring you a simple ultimatum. Know that I will follow through with either of these. If you refuse to cooperate, I will inflict greater pain on your step-sister."

The last word triggered a response. A crack in her armor. 

He pushed on, not wanting to linger for too much longer.

"You will either have to satisfy ten men over the course of 24 hours. You will never rest, you will be shown no sympathy, no compassion, you will be ravaged, and you will be drugged..." Serena's eyes came wide open and she felt like fainting, then the man continued.

"Or the second alternative. You will stop resisting, do nothing while I attach you to my leash, and be taken for a walk. The walk will be 30 minutes. After which, you can rest and relax. If you're good, I will let you visit your step-sister."

"eh..I..." Serena began, but was interrupted by the man.

"You need not speak. Stand and you will be taken for a walk. Sit, lie down, crouch, move away, fall over, and you will be TAKEN..." The last word stung her deeply. Almost knocking her off her feet. 

"Do nothing, don't react, don't bat an eye, and your step-sister will be punished severely!"

And with that, Serena jumped to her feet. Whenever she moved instinctively, she managed to stay balanced. 

She wanted to curse this man, to hiss and think of awful scenarios where he is pulled limb by limb, ground to a paste, then burned to nothing. She wanted to, but she had no space in her thoughts for that. He threatened her step-sister. He said he would harm Sadie. So Sadie is most likely nearby. She reluctantly remained standing. Hiding her chest that he was always staring at. 

"How quickly a man can deflate the heart of a weak female. Let this be a lesson. You are nothing compared to me. But you won't remain nothing. The leash will represent your olive branch."

He explained as he stood up and walked towards her. 

Run? Fight? Claws? Kick? The door? Find Sadie?

The thoughts remained just that, thoughts. She acted on none of them.