It was a broad structure and roughly square, used over the last hundred plus years to house the necessary animals and equipment to operate the place a... a working dairy farm. The farm had been sold some ten years before, but the new owners had little interest in agriculture.Wolfgang soon joined his sister and they approached the door warily. It was a large, sliding door mounted on rusty rails. The windows were high on the walls, three of them, all broken with jagged shards of dirty glass jutting. Nevertheless, just as it continually grew anew, so did it even faster wither and die.Soon, seeds that spread in order to instantly become ginormous trees turned to ashes before feeling the earth.BANG!The woodland mirage exploded and a gooey, grayish wave with properties of dark attribute surged heading straight to the estate and several other directions.The gooey wave was an unforeseen byproduct of the combination of Zax’s dark attribute energy and the lavish garden, which was actually a. “Help me,” he croaked and looked at the Slider that had him hovering at death’s door as her tail tightened on his body and neck. He then felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He found this most confusing. She was choking him. He was dying. Why did his chest feel as if a fire was burning on it and not in it?“Begone demon,” he heard her say in a lisped voice. “He belongs to me now. Begone, I say.”He felt as if a chaotic battle was being fought in his head. He screamed. In his mind, he screamed and. That’s our guarantee.Husband: All right, turn around and bend over. [Places the lip of the bottle against WIFE’s anus.]Wife: OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD—[HUSBAND smacks WIFE’s rear, hard.] Shut up, you dumb cunt. You love this.Wife: Yes, Sir, I love this! Please stick that bottle in my ass! I’m a dumb cunt, and I love it!Husband [smirking while working the bottle in]: What happened to “Silence Is Consent”?Wife: I’m AHHHHH—consenting! I’m consenting! Husband: Very noisily consenting . . . .Wife.