She was lifted, sucked upwards. She wailed, half with fear, half with lust. Above her, mistress growled with pleasure.

She could keep the hunger at bay with her toys, her pets, but eventually the need overwhelmed her. She was a predator, after all.

The fire inside her had flared up just then, as though stirred by an invisible wind, and for the first time, she had looked at the awkward girl in front of her as what she was - a toy waiting to be claimed, her property, her rightful prize.

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