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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Male  Male x Male  Female x Female  BDSM  Dark/Violent  Horror Something Wicked This Way Comes

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Fyrangel, Oct 2, 2019.

  1. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    Something Wicked This way Comes
    Through the dark and misty night
    While the dark things take to flight
    We come to offer wishes dear
    But ware ye oft they stink of fear.

    Life is ever moving on
    The day of wishes come and gone
    To our next stop we must go
    Err the devil catch our soul

    The night is a cloak that holds us in
    The day we abhor and fill with sin
    Adding to our ranks we tote the sums
    For Something Wicked This Way Comes.

    By Fyrangel

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    The Carnival is eternal and each stop has wishes granted to the horror of the recipients. The Carnival has existed far longer than anyone would care to remember and always run by one of the heirs either a Dark or Nightshade heir. Currently the head of the Carnival is Belladonna Nightshade.

    The Carnival rolls into a town in October. Then at Midnight on October 31st, it vanishes only to return again the next October with it's tenants unchanged, unaged. Where does it go between it's visits, that is unknown. The original master of the Carnival was G.M. Dark, he was a sinister man who bore tattoos all over his body, one for each person successfully tempted into joining the carnival. He ruled the Lost Souls with an Iron Fist until a pair of boys on one visit managed to defeat him. The rule of the Lost Souls fell to his partner, Kirian Nightshade. He handed over rule to his daughter a few years ago.

    Now the Carnival falls under the rule of the Nightshade family but there is always a place in the ownership for a member of the Dark Family.


    Positions:
    Owner 1: Taken
    Belladonna Nightshade @Fyrangel

    Owner2: Taken
    Cascade N. Dark @Kenne
    RingMaster: Open

    Clowns: Open (more then one slot open)

    Food Vendors: Open (More then one slot open.)

    The Man In Charge, Alex Grimm @Mr. Funny
    Game Runners: Open (More than one slot open)

    Ride Runners: Open (More than one slot open)

    Side Show workers: Open (more then one slot open.)
    The Human Pretzel: Katerina Pestova @BoundObsession
    Freak Show: Open (More than one slot)
    The Beast Woman: Luxor Ehn @MacabreMadame

    Illustrated Man (NPC)

    Fortune Teller: Open



    Rules:
    1. All site rules apply.
    2. You can have as many people as you want. Just be able to keep up. Don't overwhelm yourself.
    3. All kinds kinks can happen, I don't care what you do. As long as all parties want to do it. Then go for it. Just put it in a spoiler, that way if people don't want to read it, they don't have to.
    4. No on liners. Please put effort to your reply, it doesn't have to a book. Just something or others can go off of.
    5. No killing off anyone, unless that is agreed upon.
    6. No God Modding.
    7. Have Fun!


    I want to put a holler out to @WhispersOfPleasure
    This was her idea but I just couldn't let it go so I'm revamping and trying to get it off the ground.

    If you were already in or have a character to submit, put them here:
    https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/something-wicked-this-way-comes.11852/
     
  2. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    The town of Carson's Corners was a typical small town. Residents here knew each other, had known each others' families for generations. Generations that had been born, lived and died here. Typical small town petty squabbles and typical days. The main street was typical of all those small towns one might see in America. A main street, tree lined streets with houses. A grocery store, a few small shops, a hardware store, the local school, just what one expects to see. The center of town is around a square that has the town hall and two local churches, one is a Catholic Church and the other a Methodist Church. The town is pretty evenly divided by the religions. Most of the time there is no problem but every now and again issues arise.

    Today is special, as the residents of the town awaken music is coming down the street. Animals and people in elaborate costumes. At the head a woman with black and red hair, a glove of metal on one hand and lips red like blood. She wears a red and black corset and black skirt higher in front and longer in back.

    "Welcome, Welcome... to Nightshade's Carnival of Delights." her voice is sensual and seductive, drawing people to watch. "Come one, come all to the Fairgrounds. We will show you delights you have never before imagined. Join us." Belladonna Nightshade was the current owner of the Carnival. It had another name, a darker name, The Carnival of Lost Souls and every town they went to, gave them more souls to feed the demons within.

    They continued the parade through the streets and ended up just outside of town at the fairgrounds.

    Belladonna looked at the Carnies, "Everyone get to work, I want everything set up and running by tonight." she moved to her trailer and settled at the desk inside. She had things to plan, things to do and tonight she would seek out another playmate. Her smile was wicked and a flash of sharp teeth showed before they returned to normal.

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  3. MacabreMadame

    MacabreMadame Heart Gripping Member

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    The thud of crates, accompanied by a weighted grunt joined the sounds of those who set off to do as they were told. No different from that of the sounds of a beast of burden, the stark difference from the one who'd made them came from more a beast and thus a self-named burden, than any known animal.

    Luxor's pale pink eyes roved the fairgrounds; brows stitched and determined to find something she wanted to do over someone making her do something she'd rather not, but could not disobey.
    Despite that being her purpose--deliberately hunched and heavily cloaked, Luxor could almost smell the static of desire. Her own curiosity piqued and making her walk throughout the Fairgrounds, her corded locks falling in her face as she sought solace from working.
     
  4. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    A man covered in tattoos walked over to Luxor. He gave her a smile but didn't speak. He was mute but his body was covered with illustrations of the souls that were gathered by the Mistresses. He looked to her with his usual query, what did she need, what did she want. He had been chosen to bear the burden of the images of the souls that were gathered to feed the Carnival. He lifted a box and carried it towards a booth. He needed to put the kitchen in order for Mr. Grimm.

    He gave another look to Luxor and used his head to motion towards the tent he was working on, would she help him, would they manage to communicate in the silent way he had to offer.

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  5. Kenne

    Kenne Let's get it! Member

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    As the discordant cheers and music of the parade grew louder and less showy as it neared it's end, Cascade N. Dark set down the rag in her hand from where she'd been wiping down the endless mirrors that filled her attraction of choice.

    Being so short was a curse in a crowd and thus she attempted to stay only on the fringes... The issue was she wanted to speak with Belladonna Nightshade. A black painted, bowed bottom lip poked out slowly as she stared at abdomens, legs, and chests. The order to get to work met her loud and clear but so did the dispersal of bodies now blocking her way.

    Signing in resignation, her little soft hand brushed her black curls over her shoulder. Into the crowd, the black clad woman went. Her attempt started out with a purpose but then the grumble of reluctance to work began to douse the joviality from the parade... She felt her mouth begin to water and her body prepare for the warm buzz of energy that came from feeding off of negativity. Damn... She was going to have to run by the kitchen for some real food so she didn't feed off the others while they worked. It was too much of a distraction.
     
  6. MacabreMadame

    MacabreMadame Heart Gripping Member

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    Her eyes dropped as they did with most. Feeling her knuckles pop from a clenched hand unclenching, and then closing again.
    Luxor's expression didn't shift much from that of a flat brood. A weight of reluctance creeping up her spine and making her tail flick quick. (Not purposely, but happening to slap the co-owner in the face in quick recession.)

    The beast of a woman soaked up her own hesitation; nodding. She'd help because it was her choice to do so. And in no words, it was asked or her and not commanded.
    It wasn't as though she was doing anything. And hadn't known of her absent minded attack.

    Not yet, at least.

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  7. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    Belladonna settled at her desk and gave an evil smile. She turned to her strange door and opened it stepping through into a world that looked like it was dead and filled with the dead. She drew in souls and fed, her body needed this, she wondered how her partner Cascade was doing. Cascade was tiny, well in height, but she had power. Perhaps they should assign someone to protect her when she was walking around. She would have to discuss that. She stepped back through the doorway and into her office, licking her lips. She let the power of her send out energy to the Carnival. She needed to be sure everyone was filled with the energy. She stepped back out into the busy work of the Carnival.

    She walked over to the sideshow and stepped in where the performers would be. This was her Garden of Delights. And the souls here were hers, belonged with her. She looked for Katerina.

    "My beautiful Pretzel... where are you?" she moved around the area. "It is time to practice your routine." she knew her eyes were blazing red from the feeding she'd done.

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  8. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    The Illustrated man smiled at Luxor as they made their way to the Carnival's kitchen. The walls were going up and he began to unpack the boxes and setting the items on the shelf. He looked to the Beast Woman. He made his hands move to sign a bit, he wondered if she was ok, was she needing anything. He moved to the refrigeration unit and pulled out a cold piece of meat to offer to her. His eyes held only caring for the others of the Carnival. He held Belladonna's kindness, something she refused to carry.

    But they were in Grimm's domain, and he was very exacting.

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  9. MacabreMadame

    MacabreMadame Heart Gripping Member

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    Seeing where they were going, Luxor grabbed as many boxes as she could muster--which considering her arm length would probably take much of the workload from those who'd planned to set the tent up. She stacked them neatly where The Illustrated Man could easily access them, knowing better than to open anything that could be considered fragile in fear that she may or may not be triggered into a fit of rage. Even though she quite like fragile things.

    Except...after she'd nodded that she was fine--unless he'd just asked her a question in which she did not understand; the offering of meat cooled any wayward emotion to nothing more than willfulness. Her eyes widening in a mask of unbridled hunger as she stepped forward with an open clawed hand.

    The fleeting thought that he would snatch it away caused her tail to flick in focused anticipation. Breathe stayed as she waited in tense patience.

    "Please.." Her grated voice was drawn and deep. But not abnormally so, though had she been vexed, an animalistic timbre was never far behind.

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  10. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    The tattooed man put the meat into her hands and nodded, he could only try to communicate through actions. His tattoos seemed to whirl and change as they worked in the Kitchen putting things into place. He didn't dare make a mistake, Mr. Grimm was very exacting about his kitchen. He looked around to see where everything should go and began to set things up leaving Luxor to eat. He didn't want to get in the way, the woman needed food and he would make sure she got it. It was his job to be nice, while his mistress was dark and evil.
     
  11. BoundObsession

    BoundObsession Naughty or nice? I can do both. Member

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    The sound of Belladonna's voice invoked both fear and lust in Katerina. Fear because the woman was . . . . . . scary. But in a dark, sensuous way that also aroused the contortionist. She'd yet to figure out how she had ended up in this carnival. One moment she was defecting from the Russian gymnastics team while performing in New York. The next, she was in The Carnival of Lost Souls. Had Belladonna put some kind of spell on her, erasing her memory of how she got here? Was she the reason why the contortionists mind would sometimes go blank during practices in her trailer? Only to then wake up bound and used by a string of masked individuals.

    The nightly visits would only happen on nights the carnival was performing. So last night had been uneventful, as the carnival was heading to Carson Corners. Which was a mixed blessing. No teasing and tormenting of her, while a voice in the background warned her tormentors "Don't let her cum!" That was the problem. They would do all kinds of wonderfully wicked things to her body, but would never let her orgasm.

    From the start of their acquaintance, Katerina called Belladonna "Mistress". More out of fear of the dark powers of the woman than out of respect. The respect came later, as she found herself drawn to the woman like a magnet.

    Today, Mistress couldn't have chosen a worse time to call for Katerina. It would take some effort to get out of the contorted position she was in. But then, perhaps Mistress knew that. She always seemed to show up when the gymnast was in a twisted state.

    "I'm here, Mistress," she replied in a soft voice. In her present folded up position, it was hard to breathe, much less speak.


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  12. Mr. Funny

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    Grimm was busy, sharpening his tools, a chef's best tool needs to stay sharp, needs to always be ready so it makes clean, even cuts, never tearing or shredding meat. His methodical cleaning and maintenance of his blades could be seen as rather annoying, perhaps even dull to some, but to him, it was almost everything, there were a few things he would put before the knives, to be more attentive to. He heard people come in, move to his freezer, he could hear the boxes and things be set down, but it was silent, almost no speaking.

    He stood up from where he was, coming out from what a small closet, he saw the tattooed man hand meat to a creature, not human but humanoid. He cleared his throat. "If I or the Miss's didn't say you could eat then you shouldn't be eating." Even after years decades, he still had an accent, sometimes it shocked himself to hear it. He forgets he has it sometimes. "Your filthy hands already touched the meat, it is already no good for me to use, either you throw it out or you eat it, but don't come in here looking for food if you don't have permission. Not in here, if someone else gives you food, then that's their problem." He pointed the knife he was sharpening earlier, towards Luxor. "I would suggest you eat it, I don't like seeing food go to waste." After being here so long, his eyes were devoid of life for most things, but every now and again, he would still have passion for food, for where he works, considering it a restaurant on wheels.

    Grimm looked at the tattooed man before he left. Knowing he should have known better, but really there wasn't much he could do to stop him, beside scold him. Couldn't kill him, like any of them could really die anyway, this was Hell, you die, you wake up the next day to be in it again. "Ask next time. I'll find a way to punish you." He lowered his hand, running his finger over the blade slowly and gently, groaning. Obviously not happy with the sharpness, he went back to the closet.

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  13. Kenne

    Kenne Let's get it! Member

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    The offence! She couldn't believe-- wha-! Who!? The sudden assault of some wayward object, one she belatedly realized was a tail, smacking her in the face and, and! Ooo! She felt as though she could stomp and fit like a child as the coarse hairs brushed along and got stuck in the matte lipstick she wore. She might as well wipe it off! Glittering gold eyes narrowed as she stared at the back of the behemoth responsible. She remembered just as clearly every soul claimed by this circus but the ones that came with potent... beautiful, lovely, delicious pain were the most vivid in her mind and that creature.... Luxor Ehn had the most interesting concoction of roiling emotions that she'd ever encountered.

    Cascade's lips parted ready to call, nay, command the homunculus to return and apologize on her knees but the savage burn injustice fizzled out almost as quickly as it came as she realized just who it was that the albino was with. There wasn't a better person for she to find companionship, in Cascade's opinion, due to her unique condition. With a final, soft exhale to release the tension built within her, she turned on her heel to speak with her co-owner first... then she'd deal with her growing hunger. As she neared Belladonna's trailer, her sharp eyes caught the woman she'd been seeking heading in another direction. Well, her question could wait.

    Weaving in and out of working bodies, she scurried to the kitchen, her need for food growing as she held off from feeding on the buffet of emotions swirling around the fairgrounds. "Mister Grimm," she called politely, "I'm in need of sustenance. I cannot fatigue the others when work... has... just.... started." Her speech came to a stop as she found herself staring at a big, meaty claw, containing a prime cut of animal. Cascade's stomach's called to be fed which was a conditioned response of her own making due to being reluctant to answer the seductive call of The Carnival of Lost Souls.

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  14. Fyrangel

    Fyrangel La Fleur Magique Community Helpers

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    The mute looked to Grimm and lowered his head, he made his hand motions, it was his fault, he was the one who gave the beast woman the food. He didn't want her in trouble. His tattoos moved and shuffled and then he saw one of the owners and lowered his head more. He bore the soul marks. He knew she was hungry and he stepped closer and knelt before Cascade. He held his hand out for her to feed from him. That was his purpose.

    He could not die, could not be killed and he would recover from Cascade's feeding. He was there to serve in whatever way was commanded of him. He was a demon born. But very low level.

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  15. Fyrangel

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    Bella looked at her pet, she was actually a sure way to gathering souls. They couldn't resist the agile woman. She walked over and ran a finger over Katerina's body. She liked the way the woman shivered, the way her body tightened when she was touched. "So my dear... come, we will go see if Mr. Grimm has something started for dinner, you should eat before the performance. You must keep up your strength." she helped Katerine out of her strange position and held out her hand.

    Her hand was covered on her first two fingers with metal claws. They were bejeweled and suited her. She was insistent that Katerina take her hand willingly. That was part of the key, that they came willingly and continued to give themselves willingly to the Carnival. And she knew that Katerine loved what was done to her. It was a perverse desire that the girl had, being forbidden to actually reach her release, it was tormenting but eventually she would earn her right to a release. Though it could take.... years.

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  16. MacabreMadame

    MacabreMadame Heart Gripping Member

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    There was a noticeable tug at the corner of her mouth as she got the treat of meat and planned to do nothing more than savour it. The presence of Mr. Grimm however soured that desire; her hand tightening over the morsel enough that juices cut lines between her fingers and down her forearm. Appearing more as a wound than just food.

    A low growl rolled in her barreled chest, but she felt her body tense to his words. If she had the option to throw it away or eat there was no contest to the matter. Shoving the hunk of meat in her mouth, she chewed angrily; turning to leave the tent and at the same time seeing the Little Miss.
    Cheeks full, and pale face now messy with red , she couldn't be sure exactly how she hadn't heard the woman enter. That very shock on her face as she watched the tattooed man kneel.
    Had she mastered the power of mind control? Just the thought brought on a bristling as she took a step back, swallowing her mouthful with a pained choking of trying to consume so much in one go.
     
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  17. Kenne

    Kenne Let's get it! Member

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    Momentarily caught up in the contrast of dark red cutting streams over marshmallow white contours, Cascade didn't immediately realize that she began to react to the offer before her. Not until her thick lashes fluttered and a slow pulsation moved through her body in seductive waves, curling toes, and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. Once she realized it, her small feet jumped back as if a mouse scurried across her path. "Wait, no!" Her hands came up as a physical representation of what she forced herself to do-- stop feeding.

    "I mean, not, no. Well, mm yes, no. But no, thank you. Your offer is very kind, but I actually... just sort of want some cake? If, uh, we had any?" And this, this would surely have her terrifying uncle, G. M. Dark rolling in his grave or whatever final resting place he found. She was a Dark but she didn't have the same lust for cruelty as they... her tastes were a bit more refined (or at least she liked to tell herself that). With no need to actually eat real food, her body, held on to the excess energy and caused her weight to go up... not that she cared in the least. Cake was good.

    Gold eyes moved up to look at the way Luxor devoured her food and all she could suddenly think about was the way the muscles in the other woman's jaw ticked and compensated for masticating the meat in her hands. Again, unintentionally, her hunger called and she skimmed the surface of the tattooed man. Cascade's round eyes fell to half mast as the pleasure of eating tried wrapping tendrils around her. Shaking herself loose of its hold at the same moment that the giantess choked, Cascade took a side step, over compensating and bumping into a stack of boxes nearly as tall as she and causing them to wobble precariously.

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  18. BoundObsession

    BoundObsession Naughty or nice? I can do both. Member

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    Katerina trembled at Belladonna's touch. A soft whimper escaped her lips.

    "Yes, Mistress," she murmured as she unfolded her body.

    Mistress could inflict exquisite pleasure or excruciating pain, depending on her mood. Hence the reason for the metal claws. Though not all of the pleasure or pain was purely physical. Others in the carnival had warned her of Mistress's powers. They said she was a succubus and a witch. In the former Soviet Union the government scoffed at the existence of either, calling succubus's and witches "superstitious nonsense". But in the wilds of Siberia, where Katerina grew up, the peasants still believed in demons and magic.

    Her parents had told her that a succubus could suck the life out of someone with a kiss. And a witch could conjure up pure bliss or absolute terror in equal measure. Granted, Belladonna certainly didn't look like the old hags she'd been told of in her childhood. She looked . . . . . bewitching. And she definitely had Katerina under her spell. The moment Katerina took her mistress's hand, she felt like a puppet, with Belladonna pulling the strings. She had no real appetite, yet she let Mistress lead her towards the food tent, nonetheless.

    There would be a show tonight. Which meant Katerina would not only perform under the Big Top, but would also receive uninvited visitors in her trailer later in the night. She would lock her door, of course. But they always found a way in. What new mischief would they visit upon her body? And would they let her cum this time?

    She'd never spoken of her late night visitors with Mistress. That's because she assumed Mistress was behind the visits. And if not, it would be dangerous to accuse her of such.


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  19. Mr. Funny

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    Grimm stood up as he heard the voice of Cascade. He walked out from the closet again, over to her to attend to her needs. He watched her suckle onto the energy of the mute. Seeing her restrain herself, she wanted actual substance again. "Of course, anything for you Miss." He knew that fresh cake was better than left over cake, although, he made cake towards the end of everyone's visit, to not spoil any appetite. He walked to walk in cooler, he cut a slice, bringing it out on a plate, taking it over to Cascade. He watched her clumsily bump into the boxes, he put his hand on them to stabilize them so they didn't tip over. "There is a lot of people in my kitchen, I need to start dinner. With everyone here, there won't be enough room for me to move around." His generosity and politeness only extended so far to the owners, beyond that he had no use of it except for customers who he faked it for.

    He cleaned up the counters, pulling meat from the cooler, herbs and vegetables that he could find or try and grow from boxes, pulling out pots and pans. Cooking was easy, searing off the sides of meat, leaving the juice inside without making it rubbery, cooking flavor into the meat, boiling up soup to have something warm, liquid slide down the throats. He pureed some of the vegetables to go with the meat. His mind could easily wonder from the reality he was in, stuck here, to repeat everyday, at least it felt like a long repetition. Everybody would get something light, the soup, and something heavy, the meat. The soup's meat, was poultry, sort of chicken noodle like, although no noodles and it wasn't chicken.

    He made to taste the flavors as he went, to make sure it was exactly as he wanted, when he thought he perfected it, he made the dishes, and then set the table for everyone to come and eat, although now his mind was sinking back into the reality of being stuck here. With the limitations of food he couldn't do a whole lot, unless it was allowed, pristine foods were mostly for the owners, although real substance was more of a mirage than anything beneficial. Anybody he could sneak off with he stored in the cooler after he dispatched them, that meat was the meat he would serve people. If cooked perfectly no one really ever seems to notice a difference.
     
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    Any mention of a place being crowded was always a sign for the large woman to move from the space she occupied, and she very well would have, had the aromas of meat not gripped her in a savory vice. Her stomach groaned and writhed in need, not able to wait for the reward she reaped from performing. All those who felt she some challenge to take on in their drunken need to express dominance over her. The drunks were fun and easy; unknowing of the power they could take, and falling victim to her slaughter. It was the ones who paid that closer bit of attention that struck gold.

    Staying out of the way meant leaving the kitchen for her, but she paced outside it anyway. The smells too strong to let her wander farther than a foot or so, keeping her tethered near by if her stomach had any say in the matter. . Occasionally she would look inside to watch the process, but it only turned into a torture session. And she began to wonder if the quiet man would feed her again...or would this be a time in which she should hunt?