Ash did as was told, although it was of his own free will, not that he had been ordered.
Dragging the limp, nearly lifeless, newly bathed Lyric down to Dalia's "Playroom", he was smiling with enthusiastic, anxious glee. She smelled much better, and he had simply wrapped her in a bath sheet for the transportation.
Ash dumped her onto the cold, steel table and strapped her wrists down, then spread eagled (as the table required), her ankles. A soft moan may have escaped those pretty but chewed up lips, and he again wished Dalia had given him permission to dope her up a bit. A conscious party girl was more fun than a puking one with the dt's.
Sighing, he lovingly stroked a hand over her cheek, and headed for the stairs. He smelled fear, lust, and pain. Yummy...Chiana was sleeping, he knew, so it must be Koya. Good, she was primed and ready for him then. He would get to torture, tease, and play today, after all!
Dragging the limp, nearly lifeless, newly bathed Lyric down to Dalia's "Playroom", he was smiling with enthusiastic, anxious glee. She smelled much better, and he had simply wrapped her in a bath sheet for the transportation.
Ash dumped her onto the cold, steel table and strapped her wrists down, then spread eagled (as the table required), her ankles. A soft moan may have escaped those pretty but chewed up lips, and he again wished Dalia had given him permission to dope her up a bit. A conscious party girl was more fun than a puking one with the dt's.
Sighing, he lovingly stroked a hand over her cheek, and headed for the stairs. He smelled fear, lust, and pain. Yummy...Chiana was sleeping, he knew, so it must be Koya. Good, she was primed and ready for him then. He would get to torture, tease, and play today, after all!