She entered Victoria's Secret. She was immediately approached by a heavy set, dark haired woman. Her name tag identified her as the manager. She looke... like a dyke, and Jen's suspicions were confirmed when the manager caressed her arm and said, "Can I help you with anything?" No, thank you. I need a bra and some other things, but I think I'll be fine."The manager ran her hand down Jen's back. Her fingers lingered on the small of Jen's back. Normally the manager would have been able to feel. Feeling curious you tap on #LilithStrain and are greet by an array of random tweets that range from 'OMG so scared, parents have changed and now they're coming for me ' to 'Can't wait to have daddy's schlong deep inside me'. Flipping back you quickly tap on #TrustNoOne there was an array of tweets again but one stood out flicking down you brush your thumb against it and a video clip instantaneously started. A teenage sat nervously holding the phone as she parted her trembling lips to speak. ”“He won’t be able to come here,” Tillian said confidently. “Only the pure of heart can enter. The forest takes care of other intruders.”“I don’t think Prince Toler would give up without a fight,” Leya added.Tillian paused, deep in thought. “Human problems are complicated,” she said after a while. Holding the coin in her fingers, she offered it to Myre. “I don’t think I can fulfill your wish after all, here, take it back.”“Please!” Myre pleaded. “You’re our only hope. If we leave now, we’ll get. I looked at the stranger, then at you. "I can't. Not in front of --" The blur of your hand, followed by the sharp sound of a slap and a cutting sting on my cheek, cut my words off."Put the collar on, slut. Now." With a tear in my eye, I glanced again to the stranger. You took a step toward me, hand raising."Okay!" I said, wrapping the collar around my neck. I loose strands of my hair out from under the collar and looked up in time to feel your hand landing again on my cheek.My hand flew up and.