- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
"It's settled then. We don't kill you, and you serve us. And we treat our slaves kindly, at least until they try to revolt. How you get treated depends on your behavior." He leaned in to Hannah's ear, whispering, "If you act up, I will enjoy every moment I spend beating obedience into you." Shadow left his post at the wall and grabbed Harri by the shoulders, and threw him against the wall. "There will be no beating of these women, at lest for now, and not by you." He turned to the girls. If he had eyes he would be looking at them. "You will be well taken care of. You will be fed twice daily, given plenty to drink, and activities to do. So long as you do as you are told. Disobey or revolt, and you will be treated... less kindly." He grabbed one of the fruit slices and put it into his mouth, then returned to his place on the wall. "Why you gotta be such a damn softie, man?" Harri asked, irritated. Shadow looked up at him, and redhead backed down like a dog cowering at it's masters feet.