Milan grabs Alysaundra by the neck dragging her body along the floor. Her master tries to protest, claiming she has no right to step in and punish his pet.
Milan turns around to face Alysuandra’s master in the eye. With just her eyes, he’s quiet with his mouth clamped closed.
You see Milan keeping a tight grip on the girls’ flesh. It’s turning bruised and pink, an irritation Milan loves to inflict on in anyway.
We follow behind where another room is much bigger than the dining room.
It’s a dungeon.
All kinds of toys are presented here, some I’m curious to know and might even want to try. But the cries from my perpetual new enemy is thrashing about in Milan’s grasp.
She must know that Milan is ruthless and from the looks of it. This will be her first time from receiving a severe punis
