Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

The Hunter stood at the back of the room, next to the single set of steel doors that slid open and closed without any noise. The room was bare, except for a single steel chair and a bolted down table in the middle. But unlike the bareness of the room when it came to furniture, it certainly wasn't bare when it came to human life. In the chair, with her hands strapped behind her back, was a single female. A young woman abducted and stolen, she had a mane of dark hair and a flat chest. She wasn't any sort of extraordinary woman, as one might assume for an organization that dabbled in the slave trade, but then again this particular buyer did not need attractive women. That was his specialty, in turning plain-faced and simple-bodied women into gorgeous bombshells that brought about a high price. But not all women were sold off once their transformation was complete. There was something different about how his buyer, and employer, looked at this girl and that meant she was probably going to one who stayed. But The Hunter wasn't the type of man who voiced his opinions, not out loud at any rate. He was paid handsomely to do his work and to be discrete, and he took his contract seriously. His employer was not your average, modern day slave trader. He was a scientist, a man of repute in the scientific community for his work in genetic alterations and a well-respected scholar. But that was only a front for his true operations. His mansion in the hills, supported by all matters of diverse payments from royalties to patent sales, was closed off to the public and stocked with the best security system ever invented. The man's name was Dr. Anton Radke, a medium-built man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. One might have thought he worked out often but it was all a ruse, for he was his own test subject for most of his experiments. And fortunately it had worked, otherwise he'd be a mutant mess without sense of human etiquette. But that didn't mean these failed experiments didn't exist either. Dr. Radke entered from the opposite end of the room not longer after, bearing a single steel suitcase. He brushed past the table and chair, ignoring the girl for the time being, even though his heart thumped faster just at the sight and scent of her. She may not know it yet, but he knew who she was. A few years past, he used to teach at the local university before he decided to keep his views and thoughts private. He had seen her there several times and began smitten with her, though he could not tell why. Over the years he became more and more obsessed with her, the idea of her, and finally took the plunge in ordering her abduction. Striding to The Hunter, he wordlessly handed him the suitcase full of money which the man took and promptly departed. Now only the doctor and his prisoner were left in the room. He strode back in front of her and plopped himself on the table, his legs dangle over the edge as he regarded her with a faint smile. There was so much he wanted to say and do off the bat, but he understood he had to pace himself if he wanted to enjoy this to the full. Welcome my new pet, to your home. He began, putting on the demeanor of a slave trader. Over the next few weeks, you'll undergo a drastic routine and process that will greatly alter who you are and what you think you are. But its best to accept it now that you are just a slut and good for nothing else. It doesn't matter how clean or uprighteous you think you are. I have proven, time and time again, that any woman of any degree can be made into the most outrageous slut and I'll be doing the same to you. He looked her up and down, from head to toe and back again, You must be thinking, what is so special about me? Nothing. Nothing has to be special about you to be chosen for this. In fact, it is because you are so indifferent and generic to everyone else is why you've been selected. But don't worry my dear, I'm going to change all of that. You'll become special and important. To me , he thought, smirking widely at her.