Tribal Loli Rape and Roast

[01:03] Goose walks into the familiar dive, nodding around to some familiar faces. Some of them presently nailed to the walls.

 

[01:10] Partner happens to be sprawled out in Erasmu's old junkyard atop the salvaged monster truck listening to the quiet in hopes of some pretty victim to wander on by.

 

[01:13] Goose nods to Partner as he strolls in, heading over to the convenient wet bar that happens to be here. He serves himself a tall glass of orange juice while gazing about the place.

 

[01:13] Partner he acknowledges foot steps, his hands resting behind his head.

 

[01:17] Goose heads out from behind the bar, his naked feet plodding rather noisily as he sees no need to try and be stealthy here, and he finds a couch to crash on, sprawling out indolently and taking up the whole thing, shoulders resting on one arm rest and his heels propped up on the other.

 

[01:19] Partner The man on the machine makes a noise of boredom "Need some fresh meat to wander through I think."

 

[01:20] Goose perks his tall ears up at the sound of the bored voice, "What sort of meat are you looking for?", he asks between sips.

 

[01:21] Partner the voice was masculine, it made some sort of sense and would fit his luck for the evening. "Preferably female, somewhere between the ages of twelve and thirty."

 

[01:24] Goose hmmms, nodding at that. "Hard to argue with those qualifications.....", he replies. "Sounds like an ad I put out for a secretary once. Though the lower end was closer to sixteen, to keep it legal where I was. The ability to read and write were a plus. The willingness to follow instructions to the letter was a more important qualification."

 

[01:26] Partner The man dressed all in black from the bridge of his noes down to the tips of his toes propped himself up a little bit. "Those are good qualifications as well. I personaly train on sight if I intend to keep the toy, otherwise I am fine with things being less than socially acceptable on most planes." He comments his eyes still shut.

 

[01:28] Asha Ahe lurks outside the establishment with spear in hand, raised in preemptive defense, her curiosity and gnawing hunger overruling the sense of danger emanating from the folks inside. She watches through a window, ducking the moment anyone's eyes travel in her direction.

 

[01:30] Asha Ahe: (Character can be 12 for all intents and purposes.)

 

[01:30] Partner: (Whatever her age will be fine)

 

[01:31] Goose crosses his legs, idly tapping his feet together as he catches sight of the black-clad human. The tall, leather-skinned Anubian being noded to him politely....almost equally as black but having a certain glossy sheen to his hide, save for the parts covered by his matte black kilt. Bright red eyes lit up with memories of olive-skinned beauties smelling of coconut oil and lavender. "Generous of you, yes. I tend to be a little busy to get too much into training new recruits....but I do give them some time so that I may break them in, yes."

 

[01:34] China: So much science people in the room! Yes!

 

[01:34] Partner the calm conversation would continue, he could only barely make out the footfalls of someone lighter, better not to scare them off too swiftly. "Really it is all on a case by case scenario. Though we should probably greet the eavesdropper lurking around the outskirts." He mentioned finally openign the steel gray eyes, letting them wander, first to the Anubian, then to the direction of the sound. "Might as well show yourself." He would call a little louder, already pushing s spike up and out of its holster on his left thigh.

 

[01:36] Asha Ahe backs up a few steps from the window and tightens the small cloth wrap around her chest. Dangerous or not, it's warm in there and cold out here, and she's wearing little more than a couple strips of cloth. Though every sensible fiber of her mind tells her to stay out, she takes a few steps toward the door, hesitates, and levels her spear at the door. Would they feel threatened by the weapon? No, she felt threatened enough as it was. The beckoning call from inside pricked at her ears. Though she didn't understand a couple of the words, she knew the tone. She takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, then takes a step inside.

 

[01:37] Goose nodded lazily, finishing off the orange juice in his glass and setting it on the floor next to the couch. He could make out the light footsteps too...those tall ears weren't just entirely for decoration....but he gave no indication of hearing the child. That is until the male human indicated that the game was up for the little one. He sat up just enough in his couch to get a look at the new arrival. "Well, there you go." he said, "Someone got your call." He glanced briefly over at China, tilting his ears forwards in a markedly informal greeting.

 

[01:41] Partner he chuckled underneath that black mask, his gaze turned to the young woman dressed in barely anything at all. It was really no wonder that she came inside, what was a wonder was the weapon she wielded. It had been forever since he had seen such a primitive weapon. With a swift, frighteningly fluid motion he hopped up on the hood of the car.. which really made him wonder how this all fit in here anyhow. His boots clanging on the metal, the faintest hints of a hunger in his gaze. "Hungry?" He asks the girl the few patches of visible skin pale as snow.

 

[01:43] Asha Ahe looks from one patron to the next. Dark-skinned, dark-haired, green-eyed, and above all, female, she can't help but feel she's a bit of an aberration here. When the black-masked man jumps, so does she, but backward, raising her spear as well. She recognizes the word out of a few she does know, and nods slowly. "Hungry," she repeats. She lowers her spear a foot or so.

 

[01:46] Goose lets Partner have the fun here, though he does roll onto his side to prop himself up on the armrest, leaning on a elbow as he watches the show. The girl is cute.....the skin color is just right. This should be interesting.....

 

[01:47] Partner the wonderful thing about masks is how well they hide an expression that the wearer doesn't want seen, and right now he was smirking just a little bit. Another hop and a slight bend of his knee carries him to the worn floor in this busted up little section. "Food." He said simply indicating what was a long since converted truck bed, bits of elf still stuck to the diamond grilling pattern. Really he was just drawing ehr in closer. Closer to the tall, thin man with the twin blades strapped to his back and the silvered knives and spikes strapped to his outer thighs.

 

[01:51] Asha Ahe follows the masked man's gaze. She sees nothing edible on the odd-looking grill save for bits and pieces of what looked like some sort of animal flesh. So either she didn't know the English meaning of "food" after all, or there was no food quite yet. Maybe they were going to have a cookout. The idea makes her mouth water a little, and she takes a few steps closer, searching for something they might be cooking. Despite her apprehension, she can recognize that the people around her are hungry too. She holds her spear near its tip, ready to move it quickly if need be.

 

[01:55] Partner he wasn't impatient, he would wait until she moved close enough to make a grab for the arm that held the spear, or for something other than he to really capture her attention. Either way he was hunting like a proper predator, tricking his prey into the idea of safety. Reaching under the grill he light a match, tossing it onto the coals that were just ready for ignition. A slight flareup of fire followed by the scent of barbeque mixed with the meat cooking off. Of course he would need a proper bait too. Where was that. Of course! those eyes seeming to smile he rummaged in a white box pulling out what was in fact the thigh of the poor elf, tossing it prematurely onto the grill, the sizzle starting almost immediately.

 

[01:59] Asha Ahe recognizes a humanoid body part when she sees one, the size, muscle grouping, fat distribution, and skin color far-fetched from a normal meat animal. All the same, she doesn't run. Meat was meat; her own tribe ate their share of humans, and even if she found the practice a bit frightening, the fact remained that she hadn't eaten in days. She glances up at the man in the mask for approval, stepping closer. She levels her spear at the sizzling thigh on the grill, eyes focused, nearly panting in anticipation of the taste. She pokes it with the tip, testing it.

 

[02:00] Goose watched the proceedings quietly, gaze steady and unflinching, his body holding quite still as to not provide any distractions. It seemed little more to him than watching a nature documentary....the dance between predator and prey. The little one did look cute with her spear....she held it like she knew how to use it, at least.

 

[02:03] Partner that was what he was waiting for, her attention shifting to the meat, the spear within easy grasp. His hand shot out like a black lightning bolt. Long, strong fingers coiling around the haft and with a sharp, violent tug he pulled it across his body in hopes of dropping her off balance so that she would he within much easier reach. He could almost taste the exhilaration of her screams, the sensation of her fear running through her. That was his hunger, not something as simple as flesh and bone. If she didn't tiopple, she would egt to see the mans muscles coiling under the cloth like the mass of a cobra, or wire into cable. This was about to turn violent.

 

[02:08] Asha Ahe yelps and lets go of her weapon the moment she feels the hard pull. Still, she stumbles a couple steps in the direction of the man who is now her opponent, and who is now holding the weapon she depended upon. Still, better to assess the situation. She lets her momentum carry her into a roll along the floor. She makes a grab for her spear as she passes it, misses, and gains her feet a yard or so from the man preventing her from eating. This, she understands. She'll fight for her meal like anyone else, and if she loses . . . she tries not to think about it. To her horror, she sees the man change under his clothing. She steps back one, twice. Weaponless, she almost runs, but she needs her spear and she needs that food. She stays.

 

[02:11] Goose grins as he watches the two, a wicked expression on his angular muzzle. His heart begins to drum more quickly as the excitement builds.

 

[02:17] Partner his stance shifts ever so slightly, so she was some kind of a warrior huh? He recognized that posture, the look in her eyes. It was a sort of gripping fear that those trained turned into excitement. An excitement he was certainly feeling. The spear in his hand clattered noisily against the grills surface, the heat having minor effects already. He himself opened his hands and shifted his shoulders. A fight was likely to be pretty one sided considering the size, muscle, and training differences. He doubted that she could fight enarly as well without the reach advantage of the spear. His boots crunched agaisnt the ground with a swift forward step, not yet having touched any of his weapons that still dotted his form. She was wary, that was good, they were more fun that way. Making sure to keep himself between ehr and the spear he darted forwards one hand balled into a fist swinging low towards ehr abdomen, the other coming from the side, open palmed to attempt to grab her.

 

[02:26] Asha Ahe sees both hands coming at her at exactly the wrong time. With her back to a table, she weighs her options within a split second, and her instincts tell her to take the punch. She tenses the muscles in her stomach and she dodges into the punch, taking her out of grabbing range. She feels something sink into the bare skin of her midriff, and then her vision blinks out. It only lasts a second. When she comes to, she's in the air. The small of her back smashes against a table and she flips over it backward, landing on her head, placing her arm down just in time to save her neck. She tries to take a breath and fails. She's completely winded. She gasps. She rolls onto her knees and holds a hand to her gut. Her body is shaking now, both it and her mind well aware of how outclassed she is. She looks up at her opponent, him not even sweating. She staggers to her feet. She needs her spear. Still choking for breath, she widens her stance and waits, stalling for time to breathe.

 

[02:30] Partner He doesn't waste the time to see how she took the hit, the moment he catches sight of her shadow leaving the ground he is striding forwards, cresting the table by the time she is in mid roll. He would give her no moment of rest, no respite. Another swift surge this time more or less strait towards her, his left arm out to grab her by the throat, the other bracing himself for the swift, sharp knee upwards towards her side. If need be he could always staple her feet to the floor if she still had enough fight left in her.

 

[02:35] Asha Ahe wills herself to move, but it's just not going to happen in her current state. Not a moment after she gains her feet, she sees him in front of her, and she feels his hand close around her throat. What little breath she was getting catches, stopped by his hand, and a painful gag escapes her lips. She takes a knee to her side, and what she intended to be a scream came out half cough, half gag. In desperation, she tries to spit in his eyes. It works well in her mind, but the saliva simply drips out the corners of her mouth. She has no strength left to turn it into a projectile. Legs kicking at his abdoment, hands grasping at her throat, she clenches her teeth. This fight is already lost.

 

[02:41] Partner he could take a few ineffectual kicks to his abdomen, bare feet impacting against small, hard muscles. The product of training and keeping a solid regiment. Of course he would need her to be just slightly more compliant. Something that he would swiftly achieve by sweeping her leg and shoving her facedown onto the floor. Swift, practiced motions seizing her wrists and dragging them painfully between her shoulder blades. Some swift wrapping and tight tying with some twine and those wouldn't be an issue. Then would come the challenge of grasping her ankles, forcing them together and doing the same. This process taking a little longer, requiring him to tie at both the ankles and the knee's. The girl was a fighter for sure. That he had no doubt of. Still she was his, a point that he would make entirely clear by tossing her facefirst onto the table, planting a knee sharply against her back and pulling a blade swiftly through the bandages on her chest.

 

[02:47] Asha Ahe resists every single one of the assailant's efforts, all in vain. Given at least five more years, she might have been able to build up her strength and speed to fight with, or at least escape from such a powerful opponent. But in the end, being pretty strong for her age means almost nothing when she's not even in her teens, and all she can do is glare and squirm while he cuts away her.

 

[02:47] Asha Ahe: *her top.

 

[02:50] Partner the knee still digging into her mid back provides him with a little bit of wiggle room to draw that razor edged blade along her lower back, at least before sawing through the straps of that fur skirt. His hands grasping the tatters and tugging it out from underneath her. Of course, there were things that were going to happen to the poor girl that she might not have considered but she would have to meet those with a strong chin.. or tears and whining. he after all hadn't gagged her. With a swift, simple flip he had her on her back, his knee clearly gone from her shifted into a standing position flat on the ground, hungry gray eyes scannign her small form.

 

[02:56] Asha Ahe lays still. Why? She has to move. She has to run away. She may have lost the fight, and she may not get to eat that delicious thigh still warming up on the grill, but she has no obligation to stay for any reason. Yet her quivering, sweat-coated body refuses to move She's scared, sure enough. Wide green eyes stare up at the man who so clearly overpowered her with movements even the adults of her tribe hadn't displayed in combat. In a way, this commanded her respect in the same way it triggered primal fear. She waited, then, to see what he would do with his defeated opponent.

 

[03:04] Asha Ahe meets the man's eyes. The snarl on her lips softens. If she can't defeat him, maybe she can convince him not to hurt her any more. Though pain courses through her back and stomach, breath still coming hard, she moves her hands from her chest to the floor on either side of her head. The small breasts on her chest heave as she struggles to breathe properly, dark nipples erect from the activity, tight brown skin around her ribs and midriff displaying a faint outline of the muscles underneath. As tears slip down the sides of her face, sweat drips down the smooth contours of her young body. Slightly spread legs expose a tiny, hairless slit. Her eyes dart from her body, back to his eyes.

 

[03:13] Partner The man looks upon this gesture, not without appreciation, she seemed to understand the way that these things sort of worked at the very least. Her motions clearly in offering to make the pain stop. Of course she couldn't possibly know that her offering would be taken and the pain would still continue. He supposed that they lacked this sort of concept wherever she came from. Gloved fingers would reach down, one to her shoulder, the other to a stiffened, perky nipple. One holding her down the other swiftly and brutally squeezing the little nip cruelly. "You don't seem to understand much so lets be as clear as we can." He would mention in a voice that seemed to lack empathy, barely rbeathing any faster than he had lighting the grill.

 

He pulled the fingers from her small chest, poking his chest to indicate himself then poking her first in the hairless slit, and one last time at the tight ring between her cheeks. He had just in effect told her that he was going to take her pussy and her ass. Something that he was keep to begin judging from the fact that he hefted her chest onto the table, leaving her bent over on full display.

 

[03:20] Asha Ahe lets him touch her, powerless to resist even if she wanted to. This man, however, had certainly earned the right to do this much to her. She understands his gestures and makes no effort to prevent him from lifting her and displaying her to himself and the rest of the people here. Her breath has mostly come back by now, though her stomach still hurts. It'll go away soon, she tells herself. Though his voice is cold, his intent seems to be on breeding with her, and so she tries to relax. She fails, but at the very least, she doesn't move.

 

[03:25] Partner He is in all honesty somewhat perplexed by this behavior, he certainly was expecting more tension, thrashing or wiggling. It wouldn't matter in the end though, not for his purposes. He would unhand her, his fingers working the buttons of his fly, his other hand clapping down on her backside a few times experimentally, both curious how firm it was and seeing if he could instill a little bit of life into her. He would continue this pattern until she got the first sight of his member. It was a pink, veiny thing with a mushroom's tip that seemed to strain and it was.. in all honesty probably too big to really fit in her comfortably. Odds were this was going to hurt as badly as the beating had. It was the tip of that mammoth that he was rubbing against her hairless folds in preperation to take her.

 

[03:33] Asha Ahe watches carefully, and her eyes widen upon seeing his penis. Of course she'd seen them before, both on males of her tribe and on animals in the wild, but this was slightly bigger than most she'd seen, certainly bigger than anything she'd observed penetrating a human woman, let alone herself. At this point, her mind flip-flops between obeying a clear superior and preserving the wellbeing of her own body. Maybe it won't be so bad, but all the same, she feels a chill in her spine. Whatever that thing does is going to be irreversible. She feels herself shaking. She closes her eyes and braces herself.

 

[03:39] Partner it was moments like those, the ones filled with indecision that lost battles and made empires crumble. It was also the way that young girls such as her got impaled upon thick, veiny lengths just like she was. He had pressed inwards with little to no warning, the warm, pulsing thing tunneling into her with a speed that is best described as uncaring. He didn't mind that he was going to wreck her, he didn't seem to care if he bruised or broke her cervix either, a thing that he was most certain to do with a powerful, swift thrust into tight folds. Of course not on the first thrust, but he was not making a single thrust, the moment he would be forced to stop he would pull almost compeltely out just to fill her again, faster and faster.

 

[03:47] Asha Ahe's voice completely cuts out before her scream reaches her throat. On the first thrust, his penis easily destroys her hymen and tunnels deep inside her, slamming through the protective wall between her vaginal canal and her womb. It withdraws, and when the thick member plunges through her a second time, her scream fills the air, long, high-pitched, and agonized. He keeps thrusting and she keep screaming, short rests placed in between the notes of her voice, on rhythm with the pounding. Tears pour from her eyes, her entire body thrashing around on the table. Not a single movement of hers can prevent the pain, though moving around gives her the illusion of impending comfort, and so she keeps it up.

 

[03:55] Partner The motion seems to help him along, to get him into the spirit of the thing. Her higher pitched screams only egging him on, making the already thick member inside of her seem to swell every time it pushed into her. The thrusts heavy enough to shake her frame against the table with no sign of getting any kind of gentler. Each time the ridge that seperated head from shaft pierced her womb a little thrill went through him at how gloriously taboo this was in most places. He let out a holler of exhilaration, a low, deep tone overpowering the sounds of his hips smacking into her ass loudly, and lewdly.

 

[04:05] Asha Ahe is pretty sure this is the worst pain she's ever felt, a huge penis stretching her walls to their limits, pounding into a vagina wet with blood. The fluids from her hymen are all that keep his cock from tearing up the insides of her vaginas. She knew enough about sex to know that men appreciated tight vaginas, but this was completely over the edge. He was penetrating a hole not much wider than two of her fingers with a penis thicker than her forearm. Involuntary arousal makes sure she's lubricated--though a bit late on the uptake--pumping clear fluids out to mix with her blood and his precum. Each thrust slides in easily enough now, though it's still stretching her and it still hurts. Her screams die down to whimpers and occasional yelps of pain as his head presses against the upper wall of her tiny womb, driving it up into her intestines. The slick, tight, bumpy walls of her insides must feel great to him, and perhaps given proper training, it might feel good to her too. For now, she cried and wished the pain away without much success.

 

[04:11] Partner unfortunately for her he gave her another two firm, swift thrusts and withdrew from those amazing walls. The pink length covered in a thin sheen of her blood and lubrication. Lubrication.. that was a nice thought. She wasn't going to have the option of being trained into a good little slave, no there were darker plans for her in the works. Plans that lead him to want to sample another of her little orifices. His fingers would spread out along her lower back to keep her still, that tip bearing down between her cheeks, pressing against that little hole between them. He would begin to apply downward pressure, letting it build more and more waiting until either she relaxed or her ring gaze away and that member would go to explore somewhere new and deep in her.

 

[04:18] Asha Ahe is a quivering, sweaty mess at this point. Her blood and vaginal fluids drip in thin streams from her ravaged sex, mixed in with his fluids as well. Only now did she feel any sort of pleasure -- the veins of his cock had been sliding and rubbing against her clit the entire time -- but the lingering pain still overpowered it. By now, she was painfully aware that this wasn't simply mating or breeding. The pressure against her second hole solidified this notion. She wanted to relax, she wanted to enjoy it, but as much as vaginal sex had hurt, this would probably be even worse. On the upside, she figured, there was no risk of her womb tearing. As it was, she'd probably come pretty close. Relaxing out of the question, she squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her teeth, and waited, sobbing quietly.

 

[04:24] Partner he had to adjust his posture, the tip of the cone pressing down harder and harder, the pressure building. This was effectively another battle between them, hard rod against tight ring. A battle that he was ultimately going to win. Eventually the pressure had reached its top, the downward shift giving him just enough of an angle to shoot the huge, throbbing thing into her tight hole. Of course the thrust would not stop at the simple insertion he had to cram every inch of that mammoth into that tight little hole. His shoudlers tightening, his fingers digging into her sides with each painfully tight inch. Still though, the throbbing grew, he was close to climax.

 

[04:34] Asha Ahe doesn't stay awake long enough to feel the full force of the first thrust, a small miracle granted at a time when a large one was needed. The pain is too great for her mind to process, so it shuts down. Her eyes roll back, and no screams escape her open mouth. Her desperate thrashing and flailing stops abruptly, her body limply bumping along the table with each thrust into her body. She's bleeding again, this time from a cracked anal ring, stretched too wide, too quickly. It's just as tight as the previous hole, but the only lubrication this time is blood and precum.

 

[04:37] Partner the thrusting would keep up the harsh brutal pace for a time, every motion rocking her body, she would have bruises on her thighs when she woke up, the persistent ache of her sex and her anus mixed in with her other wounds. She would have a wholly unusual sensation of something warm leaking from her broken holes, thick, white spunk trailing down her thighs. Of course she would probably be more worried that she was bound tightly. Maybe that he was slapping her, or maybe the heat building up on her side. He was waiting aptiently, the coals on the grill just good enough to cook on, the elf flesh forgotten.

 

[04:51] Asha Ahe wakes up to the heat. It doesn't take her long to get her bearings -- she's maybe a foot from the grill on which the thigh she wanted is burnt black. She moans in pain, though it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did before she lost consciousness. She looks around. No one has moved save for her and her captor, and the way he's holding her out toward the grill doesn't comfort it at all. Tired eyes grow wide, and she screams, turning fast and trying to run, only to find she couldn't move her arms or legs. Bound tight, she pulls against them, driving all the strength in her preteen muscles to get free. All she accomplishes is looking like a salmon on land.

 

Her thrashing around succeeded only in moving her closer to the grill, heated to a point where the air above it distorted. She stopped moving and tried to hop back. She did hop, but it wasn't back. Her captor must have thrown her or pushed her or something because the next thing she knew, she was in the air, and then she was falling toward the grill. All the survival instinct in the world, all the random desperate flailing -- nothing would save her at this point. With a scream of burning agony, she lands hard on her back on the red-hot metal. Instantly, her brown flesh sears red where it meets the metal, and her screams rise higher, louder, and several times more intense. She arches her back to get away from the heat, but her shoulders and feet burn. She rolls to her side, and that's not any less painful--in fact, she left some skin behind. Rolling, screaming, and dying, she slowly cooks alive on the grill.

 

[04:55] Partner the man watched her scream, writhe and scream out in agony. What a wonderful ending to her story, though there was one thing left to do. He reached over her for a moment, tongs liftign the speartip, swiftly slappign it to her nipples, right onto both of them. "When you coem abck we will talk again." He stated flatly sharpening knives to cut and serve her up to any who were hungry.

 

[05:02] Partner: (hungry?)

 

[05:02] Nenna wanders into the area, looking around

 

[05:03] Partner is cookign a loli on a grill

 

[05:08] Asha Ahe slows down over time. Her skin burns into the metal, immobilizing her. Her nerves fry shortly enough, ending her pain. As her flesh and meat cook, so do her organs. The last thing her eyes see before they go blind is the man who raped her watching her die. For what feels like an hour, she hears the sizzling of her own flesh, smells the scent of her own meat. Her brain is cooking just as much as the rest of her body, and so her thoughts begin to sizzle out. She finally dies quietly, laying on her back, unseeing eyes, paled by heat, staring at the ceiling. Her brown skin has grown a shade darker, tinted red, black grill marks running across her back.

 

[05:09] Nenna pauses when she smells something, frowning and peering around some more. She spots Partner, but can't see past him to the grill, raising one eyebrow slightly.

 

[05:11] Partner There was a bit of something macabre about eating a human being, it was made a whole lot worse considering how much of a victim this one really was. Still the man in black using a rather huge spatula slid it under the girls roasted body, pulling it to the edge. In relative silence the man pulled a long knife from the table, sawing through the girls chest. Looking back, spotting Nell he has to stoop, lifting his mask only just enough to get the chewy stuff into his mouth. The skin lightly crunching with each chew until with a swallow it was gone. "Little stringy"

 

[05:14] Nenna finally got a glimpse of what the man had been cooking, and her eyes went wide as she took a step back, her hands going over her mouth.

 

[05:16] Partner the man would call over his shoulder "Join me or be the next up." He would say flatly, blunt, no sense of emotion to it. Keeping track of the waifish blond by her sound.

 

[05:20] Nenna let out a whimper, her hands still covering her mouth as her eyes darted around. She shook her head wordlessly, taking another step back.

 

[05:21] Partner he turned the peircing gaze abck to Nenna again "You don't have to eat but you wills tand beside me a moment to at least honor the girl" He insisted

 

[05:22] Asha Ahe steams on the spatula, crispy flesh easily parting under the blade of a knife. Her mouth is still open, and even her tongue has browned a bit in the heat. Cooked fully intact, even her guts are roasted, though any fluids save for natural grease have long since evaporated. Her lower holes, widened by her pre-death rape, are now stuck that way in a semi-eternal reminder of her treatment.

 

[05:26] Nenna blinked tears from her eyes and took a few hesitant steps forward, shivering as she stood beside the man. Her eyes were drawn down to the girl's roasted form, the blonde letting out a sob. The smell hit her nose again, and this time she had to double up, one hand returning to her mouth as she retched.

 

[05:27] Partner the man nodded to nenna. " say a goodbye and you may go" he offered

 

[05:30] Partner: (I am going to apss out actualy. I am crashign fast)

 

[05:30] Nenna looked down at the girl again. "G-g..." She forced herself not to retch again and swallowed, shaking like a leaf. "Goodbye..." She whispered.