Nodding his head slightly, Sabre felt herself
grabbed yet again , pulled back up to her feet. Turning
her head, she gasped at the man standing behind her,
his face a mass of ugly twisted scars, his nose half
cut away.
The sound of the door opening brought
her back around. A woman entered. her face and arms
much like the mans. The woman carried a large black
leather bag, which she sat down next to bed.
"Ah
Jacquie, you have arrived just in time", the master said.
Turning his attention back to Sabre he contnued in a soft
voice, " Now dear,if you would so helpful as to remove
that damn dress,we can begin your
transformation".
Shaking her head slowly, Sabre turned, moving away from
them, her fear evident in her eyes. Another nod from
the master and the man walked toward her slowly.
Before she realized what was happening, Sabre found
herself flying across the room. Her body went limp as it
hit and rolled back with the chair she had occupied
earlier. Her head and side throbbing from the impact, she
refused to move when the master yelled at her,,
"NOW
GET UP AND DO AS I SAY WENCH!!".
After a few
minutes findng Sabre still under the over turned chair,
the master nodded yet again. This time an evil smile
twisted the man lips as he walked over to Sabre. Sabre
screamed and called out to Soul with every hit to her
body.
Some time later, no longer coherent to her
surroundings, only the pain that claimed her whole body, Sabre
was tied naked to the bed. The master pulling many
instruments from his black leather case humming happily
thinking about his upcoming masterpiece....
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