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This is just a small snippet of a larger work, posted to guage interest. RATED "M" FOR MATURE.
She crushed the lightbulb into tiny fragments of glass that bit deep
into her skin, wincing as sticky blood poured forth, warm and hot.
"Is that how you do it? No pain?" she asked, large eyes peering up at
her mentor. The man in front of her was a tall dragon with steely blue
eyes, gazing intently at her form. At last, he pulled an orange from
his pocket, and slowly peeled the ripened fruit with slender, pointy
nails.
"Do it again. Don't wince."
Choking back tears, she nodded and used her free hand to pull another
lightbulb out of the bright pink box. She held it steady, then
hesitated. A moment later the bulb was shattered, her hand
stained red in a splatter of blood and tendons.
"You hesitated. Once more."
The girl met her mentor's eyes, then looked at the lightbulb box: A
wooden laquered case with the dragon carvings. One left. It was a
lighter to the eye.
"Monsieur...I must go to the lavatory." She tried to say the words,
speak them like a lady, in the classic upper french. But that quiver
in her hand tossed her in the whorehouse.
The dragon smiled, large pointed teeth gleaming by the fire. The girl
looked so adorable in her large red bow. Her white silk stockings. His
eyes slithered from her hand, down her body, finally stopping between
her legs.
"And I must see your mai'me vuex." he said, and began to clean and
dress her wound. "Shh... I will be back before monet's first light.
Understand?" She nodded. "Not a peep out of you. Not until you're
ready. It is almost time." He then closed the door to the room, and
set the third lock right.



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