First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Mélanie waited until she was sure Jasper was gone, watching from the window while he got the horses in harness and set out. She waited until the gate made a distinctive noise, clanging shut. Then she waited until her tea jostled her elbow.
“I’m… I guess I’m not alone, am I?” She smiled; she didn’t want the house to feel like she didn’t want to be around it.
Even if she wasn’t a hundred percent sure that the house wasn’t going to eat her.
“Dust cloth?” she asked. “And something to clean windows with?”
The cupboard doors moved a little, seeming uncertain. Continue reading
The continuation of The Beastie Story.
Content warnings: dehumanization (literally), torture, captivity, more torture, humiliation, loss of self, semi-starvation and food-based torture. Off of this prompt.
And, since he identifies himself, The Man in this is Nathan from Lightning in Autumn (also, for those that follow us on Masto/Discord, what Cal means every time he says “Nathan!” since there’s a very long-running story we’re working on…)
His left rear paw hurt badly, and he was pretty sure that some of the bones in his left front paw were broken. He had gotten the hang of all of the basic things — running, walking, drinking, hunting — but that did nothing for the fact that he had no idea where he was, had no idea where he was running to, and was pretty sure he was sick with some sort of — he didn’t want to think about that. Continue reading