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Memento Mori
Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Author: spermanator4, Rating: , Source: xHamster
dominates because it has to. Ger-Dill never did the maths for a Red-White binding. There are those, myself among them, who believe that a Red-White binding would result in a great, possibly gradual, diminution of the Red WTP, or even the complete and instant dissolution thereof as it is engulfed by the White WTE (that's will to empower, my sweet charming boy, if you didn't figure it out by yourself." Mary's eyes are locked on Dr. Witten's. "WTP, WTE? I've never heard these terms." Dr. Witten starts to answer me, patiently, but Mary cuts him off: "You should take that to Hannibal." I look at one, then the other. "...OK." Mary looking at Dr. Witten, he watching me. I walk out. When I shut the door, I hear their conversation heatedly start up again. I hope they're not fighting over me, but my gut tells me they are. CHAPTER SEVEN I arrive at the house of pain, as I've come to call it. Hannibal's home/human-butcher-shop. He wants to meet in the meat locker, where he tortures his "dolls" as he refers to them. I wonder briefly whether he uses this term to dehumanize them to make torturing, killing, and eating them easier on his conscience when I get an unsavory surprise. "Their souls go just as deep, sometimes deeper, than mine. I find out what a man is truly made of when he is being tortured and facing certain death. Some beg and plead. I can't lie, I enjoy the beggars. It makes me feel like God to be worshiped. I am the one who decides ... whether you live or die, whether you feel pain or pleasure. But some, some can endure anything and cannot be broken. These are the most interesting. It's a almost a shame when I eat those. To eat an unbroken soul seems something of a sacrilege. I have discovered this over time, which is why I have learned to have patience. Some don't break for weeks or months, but eventually do. But some: some don't break for years. I have stopped eating those. I keep them in permanent bondage in case they break, for the longer they can endure, the tastier they are." "Enough!" I can't endure this talk anymore. Humans are not food. "I am here to give you this and that is all." I feel dirty just giving him something. I am rewarding filthy b**st. "Ah! A liquid drive. And what, pray tell, is on it? Have you looked?" "Mary did. She added nothing but good. She is very intelligent and has been searching for the Grail longer than I." "Sorry? I didn't catch that. Did you say, the Grail?" I nod. He laughs heartily. "You are a c***d! The Grail is a myth! It is based on an old religion, Christianity. There is no Grail you silly fool. Look at you, you don't even know why you're alive. I'm glad I didn't eat you, but you would have been better off. Pathetic. Come look at this." He takes me downstairs, to a steel cellar. "Jean-Paul," he cries out musically, softly. "Oh, Jean-Paul. Time to wake up." Then I see it. At first I only see a disgusting, ...