The smell of blood, the sound of a knife stabbing flesh, the taste of death, that's all Deadboy noticed, hunched over a stranger's body like a ghoul feeding. Ohn watched as his meal was being prepared. Deadboy's eyes were empty, void of any thoughts except hunger, a hunger that belonged to Ohn but had been forced upon him.

Deadboy paused.

There was someone else here in this supposedly abandoned warehouse. He looked up at the newcomer, though Ohn didn't give the signal to strike.

@whlteroses sent . . .

Alex's eyes were wide..it was a complete medical miracle that this man hasn't died yet for this man put a bullet through his skull. Looking over his skull Alex had bandages ready to wrap around the unconscious man's head. Doing so in a hurry. And as tight as possible.

"Can you hear me?" He asked. Taking his glasses off as he checked his pulse. Then his eyes. Shining a light in them to see if there was any change or get some sort of reaction out of him." You're one lucky bastard.."

He awoke with a sharp gasp. Instinct told him to move, but the second he tried, white - hot pain ripped through every nerve. ❝ Fuck ! It hurts ! It fucking hurts ! ❞ He didn't even know where. His eyes ? his skull ? his brain ? his medulla oblongata ? His mind was a fogged - up mess, after consciousness slammed back into him like a freight train.

He wasn’t exactly thinking about what he’d done to end up like this — that would’ve required clarity, & clarity was a luxury he couldn't have right now.

Through the haze, he caught sight of a man — a stranger. Didn't matter, he needed something real to hold on to, something to anchor him to the world instead of the agony. Both his hands shot out, clutching the man’s arm with desperate strength. His nails bit into skin as another cry ripped out of him.

Honeyed eyes stared at the man across from him- was she obsessed with him? No. She knew the eyes of a killer; she was a killer herself, too- contacts only, but nonetheless a killer.

But, like many killers, they get bored, and when they get bored, they like to play.

"Why is that?" She asked, leaning back on her chair as she held his gaze. Kassandra stood up from her spot and walked around the table to face him. "Are you afraid to meet someone like you?" Kassandra was curious if he ever wanted to meet someone like him, someone who somewhat understood him. Though he needed someone to understand him.

"This is a first for you, isn't it?

Hiya Mandy!

Medivigor had brought it to my attention before, but I thought it was a private, self-indulgent thing. I thought they just shaped a random bot and talked to it to try to get their own version out of it?

That being said, a friend looked it up and I’m afraid they did in fact put my work into it;

which is a real shame. This is from chapter 3 of planet pissed, where he’s reading a newspaper and wears glasses at a random bar;

And Ch. 4 as well;

I do not approve of people using my text or art to shape ai. It’s insulting.

Daniel's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Alex was right, of course. Daniel didn't know who he really was, or the kind of acts he committed. But he had lived in San Francisco long enough to know that no one offered things for free. Especially not drinks.

He watched carefully as the other man took a sip of the wine, looking for any sign that the liquid was tainted. But there was nothing. Still looking at him with distrust, Daniel slowly picked the glass up and took a sip. It was good- he thought. He really had no idea what made a wine good or not.

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

 𝐚𝐬  𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫.   her  eyes  meet  a  man,  hands  completely  full,  heading  the  same  direction.  without  a  second  thought,  she  offers  a  warm  smile  and  steps  to  the  side,   her  hand  still  pressed  against  the  door  to  keep  it  open.  ❝after  you,❞

"Today? Just today? Thanks I guess."

There was still a bit of sleep left in Rebecca's eyes as she steps in, coffee set onto the countertop.   ❝ Morning, ❞   she breathes, doing her best to add some brightness to her tone despite the fatigue. It doesn't seem she's slept much.