slips into the cool stoned walled dungeon.......closes my eyes and inhales deeply of the familiar scents swimming throughout.........listening to suze breath and feeling relaxed.

slowly i walk to the chair owned by Miss PM......and i kneel..........and reaching forward i place a small box of chocolates wrapped in purple foil paper and tied with gold ribbon onto Her chair seat.......followed by my other hand laying a rare purple rose beside the box.........whispering "thank You for my cage Miss PM..........and please know this slut looks forward to serving You when You are able to".

standing i pad naked into the kitchen and retrieve several bowls of fruit to place in front of the occupied cells as i have been asked to do....each one receiving a large wooden bowl of the freshest foods i could find.

i pad back and gather up several bottles of cold water and hug them tight to my stomach and chest........as they make my nipple harden from the cold i reach the cells and place 2 bottles outside the door of each cell.

standing again i move to my cell and crawl inside slowly closing the door and then reaching out of the bars to slip the lock thru the hasp......and slowly pressing on it i jump slightly as i hear it click shut..........locking this one away again...........

Their... "Feelings". It's like offal on my tongue. I should not have to deal with such things. I do not have "feelings ". It's the shell. It.. overwhelms at times. And yet I cannot be free.

*She begins to pace a bit again*.

Never having seen the room, I may pay a visit.

Humans are a difficult puzzle. They are fleeting and as such should not mean much to Us..and yet they can and do. Perhaps it is the fact they live such bright short lives that attracts Us.

Mastersons Cabin
Oh you had no idea did you...she use to be quiet good at riding but then life served her a plate full and well things happen. she would turn slight as you took hold of her hand causing your arm to render around her halfway as she backstepped alongside you. You faceing the cabin and she facing the barn we were just leaving. a soft laugh erupting to your words.

"I look forward to the challenge of remembering all that I once knew of it."

she smiles to your words before turning once more and facing that cabin.

"...Home...I like the sound of that...but the only thing that is gonna make it that...is you being there with me."

she felt that... more and more...and the feeling would only grow the more time that passed with you.

Nice room. Too bad it doesn't see much use.

Sensing that this visit and eagerness are poorly timed,
the boy slips away...

*turning fully to him now, she regarded him carefully. The respect shown again. That's good, it out the godking more at ease*. You need not kneel. But it is proper.

This world, it is... Confusing. The shell has feelings and they sometimes wash over, and I don't understand them. I do not care for that human, and yet...I do.

There's no time like the present.

I'm sorry this happened to your friends.

bowing my head in a hopefully clear show of respect... *s*

#r-ruins with Haqim.

Barn
He finished up with his horse and stepped from the stall shutting the door as he stepped over to you.

"Well now that is all going to change we will find you your own horse, and go for a ride, and you will love it when we go into town with the buggy and get supplies."

He liked that you were a cowgirl at one time it would seem, so we will just have to bring her out again.

He stepped to you taking your hand and leading you from the barn. He stopped to shut and lock the barn up, and then took your hand once more

"Next stop your home."

Looks in, submissively...

He felt the wash of power as He came to try to understand all of this. He is just one that walks between the Shadows of many worlds..but He knows of the Old ones and kneels in respect.
My most humble respect is offered, Old One. My service is yours for the asking.

out

I am the godking Illyria. The godking of the Primordial, the Shaper of things. Ruler of Vahla Ha'nesh. *Her head tilts up *. I am one of the old ones. The oldest of the old. The one worshipped across this small world. My followers numbered in the millions, and they worshipped me. .

Pride was in her eyes, but something didn't completely make sense. She was nothing more than a young woman, right?

out

steps in and looks around

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