There was a partial haunch of something that might have been a non-human, perhaps a Boar-Man, but that was flesh that we would not willingly partake o.... We still had some venison left to cook, and before the final fury of the oncoming storm hit us about dusk, I had somehow with broken or cracked ribs managed to cut and trim enough firewood to last us for at least a few days. Elessa made no complaint about her broken left arm, and helped as much as she was able to.I trimmed some wood and bound. So my day starts off just like every other Friday, I wake up, shower, eat, take out the thrash, & catch the bus. I did decide to wear my light grey sweatpants that slightly shows off my bubble butt hehehehehehehehe. Like I actually thought I was gunna get some action from any of the guys at my school. So morning was normal, 1st period English was normal, 2nd period Spanish was normal, 3rd was over & since the food on Fridays is even grosser than roadkill, I brought my lunch from home. I also. Next to me was Eight a quiet man nondescript man, all I knew of him was he liked fire. I suspected he was going to love our target.The door swung open and One strode into the room, we all fell silent."Knights the time has come!" he roared.The room erupted with cheers."Thanks to your efforts we know the beast's tricks and have also cleared a path to begin the hunt," he nodded to two."We will take it tomorrow, one final act to make it possible to capture the beast and give us the time we need.. I finally found my cocoon with the help of my uncle and his wonderful self-controlled, bondage pain and pleasure machine. I also learned that the secret was that the pain or humiliation had to be inevitable, but I had to ultimately cause it or control it. In other words, I learned that I was a self-bondage pain slut. I didn't yet realize just how addicting my yearning for the golden cocoon actually is and what will be needed to control that addiction.My uncle has designed a variety of.