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“Has no one fed you my pet? Well that’s quite all right, Daddy will give you something to swallow.”
Straining his teeth against metal, Sebastian can feel his saliva spill out of his mouth and onto the pristine leather of Jim’s gloves. He snarls uncomfortably and flashes a pallid stare towards those black pools of madness. Jim’s grinning by now and he can probably guess why. The slightest tug will pull the trigger and set the rifle off, his owner no more. So he has to stay very still when he feels a dribbling cock in his mouth, choking when tip scrapes the back of his throat. It’s the ultimate game of russian roulette.
And Jim loved games.
Lady Karasu 