In fact, he didn’t even know who he was, but he knew for a fact that he was a he, that one fact seemed etched into his very being. He tried to piece together anything, but the wisps of memories he still held onto seemed to slip and slide around in his subconscious, unable to form a coherent thought. Even simple thoughts, things that should be easy to recall, seemed to allude him, any train of thought that lasted more than a few seconds seemed to derail into nothingness, much like the void he was in.
“Well sure sugarplum! Why not? It’ll help me prep fer tomorrow morning’s breakfast so we both win in the end!” Betsy replied gripping Mizari’s hand for support.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your kindness for so long! I only heard rumors, but I should have believed in you from the start!” Mizari squealed as she struggled to keep the tears from flowing.
“Aw~ shucks darn, I ain’t all that sugar-plum. I just like helping my friends is all, and any friend of Katy is a friend of mine!” Betsy assured.
“Friends…yes! I would love to be friends with you! D-do you think the others will be friends with me too?” Mizari asked.
“They’re already your friends silly-billy, in here all of us are family sug~! Now get to mopping Anon will be here any moment! You just be yourself, and I’ll root from you in the kitchen!” Mizari reminded, and assured her.
Sylphie didn’t respond. Then, quietly, she asked, “Do you like it here, pet?”
Owen was silent, staring downwards. Below them, next to Sylphie’s booted foot, was a thigh high stocking. It belonged to Sylphie. But it was in Owen’s room. And it was, for lack of a better adjective, crusty.
It had been the classiest wank Owen had ever had. He never came. He arrived.
“I’ve never seen outside.” Owen muttered, slowly trying to push it under the bed.
“My mother bought you young.” She said quietly. “From a slave trader. For me. You were to be my human playmate. It’s an, uhm, tradition. That’s where you came from. That’s why we met.”
Owen was quiet. Slowly, he said, “I didn’t know that.”
He couldn’t see Sylphie’s face in the dark. He could see her eyes, red and womanly. It made him feel strange, like he should be scared, but he wasn’t. He felt safe. For a moment, he wondered how red eyes floating in the darkness could be seen as a bad thing. The stocking was under the bed now, but it could be further under the bed. She could still notice it. She could smell it. How had she not smelled it?
“You were meant to be my personal slave. You did everything I said, because that’s how you were taught. More recently, you appear to have forgotten that.”
Something buried in the back of Owen’s mind began to resurface. Had he displeased her? This wasn’t good – “S-Sylphia, I’m really sorry if-“
“I’m glad you’ve forgotten.” She whispered. “It must be terrible, being a slave.”
“Yeah.” Owen responded, after a moment, still trying to push the stocking away. “It must be.”
“O-Owen?” She asked, her searching glare losing its focus, looking off somewhere into the darkness behind him as she released his hand. Owen heard his own name, but didn’t quite process it. No, that couldn’t have been Sylphia. Sylphia wouldn’t say-
“Would you like to kiss me?”
“Get off me, GET OFF ME!” The man screams, as the shambling hoard greedily lunges at his flesh. The mass of writhing bodies collapses onto the floor on top of their victim as he howls bitterly in despair. Cold, pale hands hungrily claw all over his body, desperately pulling and tearing wherever they can as their prey screams and struggles against inevitability.
One inhumanly strong hand greedily clutches its victim by the shoulder and its owner crawls up to the desperately thrashing man’s face. The creature opens its mouth full of razor sharp teeth and-
Affectionately nuzzles his neck
“Oh for fu- CUT!” This is the fourth time this afternoon. I don’t care if it takes all day, these girls are going to do it right.
“But I thought that went really well!” The Zombie pouts, still straddling her victim.
I get up off my directors chair. It’s technically a carp fishing chair, but it helps me feel like the real thing. It’ll have to make do until I prove myself through this project. “Where’s the aggression? Where’s the inhumanity?”
“Well, I am raping him, you can’t get more aggressive than that!” She argues, hands on hips. I can see this isn’t going to be easy.
“What? No, you’re supposed to be eating him.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“Obviously not for real!” Fuck Craigslist, these extras are terrible even by the usual standard. “Grab a bunch of those organs over there and just cram them in your mouth, like you’re-”
“BUT I’M VEGETARIAN!”
“Wait, we’re the bad guys?”
“Not to sound too immodest, but I think this works on a number of levels for me…” the Anubis began confidently. “I simply adore the Desert Kingdom motif, the fiber feels nothing short of divine against my skin and I must say….”
“It compliments my ass rather nicely.” she smiled, thrusting her backside and tail out for emphasis.