"What is your name?" He asked harshly"Trainee Susan, Sir, your loyal whore" she said in a mellowtoneThe man slapped her firmly but not hard across the...face,"What is your birth name?"Again she answered in a mellowtone almost flatline tone"Trainee Susan, Sir, your Loyal whore"She didn't know what else to say, it was as if she had forgotten everything else at this moment. She couldn't think of anything else but obeying and saying what she was instructed earlier to say.This angered and also melted. ” He took my clothes and handed me a bag with new clothes in it. “Get dressed, I need you to run into town and get groceries for dinner.” He pulled the dildo off the machine and put it back into the trunk, taking the dildo with him to clean.He started walking out, “And this door is to remain open unless I shut it. There is no door on the bathroom either. You won’t get much privacy any more I’m afraid.”I found a towel in the nightstand drawer and wiped the sweat from my body before I. He was crying... more every moment as he reached to drag her to the bedroom. She had loosed his dark thing - she had.They shared this dark thing - called Love. And she heard him sob.... and he cried and she knew that his hunger not to hurt, not to hurt her most of all, that that hunger he could not ever again satisfy, it hurt worse then anything mere flesh could ever know. And, they died. And John/rebecca were one. They shared.... all - now. And they lived... together, a couple in. His erection stood proud, ready to own yet another human female. For what was coming next, he would need one arm and his legs, but the other arm was free to send humans to the afterlife, one by one.And they duly approached, once the Machoke straddled the girl, placing his right hand on her left breast, as he penetrated her vagina. Her boyfriend lay underneath Machoke’s balls, unmoving and whimpering occasionally. It was a beautiful scene, from a certain standpoint. A sensual act of sex, crowned.