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Serine has a minion!
Minion the Rull
Minion the Rull
Serine
Legacy Name: Serine
The
Bloodred FeliOwner:
cadsAge: 15 years, 6 months, 4 weeks
Born: September 29th, 2008
Adopted: 13 years, 11 months, 3 days ago
Adopted: May 24th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 14
- Speed: 11
- Health: 13
- HP: 13/13
- Intelligence: 16
- Books Read: 9
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Twirling her straw 'round her glass with one finger, she stares at you from across the bar. She's quite attractive, slim build, small hips, large breasts. She plays with her short, choppy hair in her free hand, and lifting her hand from her drink, she calls you over.
"I noticed you looking, would you like me to buy you a drink?"
How could you turn it down? You gladly accept, and she orders drinks for the both of you. Wrapping her long, slender fingers around the glass, she hands it to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her full lips. She stares at you with her blue eyes, and you ask her name.
"It's Alice, sweetheart."
Before you can reply with your own name, she puts a finger on your lips.
"Shh, your name isn't important. You know we're not going to see eachother after tonight anyway, so why complicate things? I only told you mine so you know what to call out while you're screwing me."
Your vision starts to blur, but you don't notice. You're drinking, having a good time. You hear something about going to her apartment, and you gladly comply, your mind floating off.
"Have you ever slept with a succubus?"
You regain full conciousness in her bed. You're exhausted, sweaty. She's sitting on top of you, naked, her eyes now a piercing black.
"You didn't last as long as I expected. I guess that roofie affected your performance a little, huh? That's too bad, you seemed nice... but it seems you're useless to me now."
Roofie? Your mind is racing, heart beating erratically. Why would she drug you? It's not like you weren't going to sleep with her. And where did she get off calling you useless? She hops off the bed, walking over to her closet. As she opens it, your eyes widen. A number of different blades adorn the sides of her closet. She grabs a small knife, barely two inches long, tossing it between her hands. You try to sit up, but you can't move. You clench the bedsheets in your sweating palms, trying desperately to escape, but your muscles are frail and weak, still affected by the drug. She mounts you, a wicked smile spreading across her cheeks. She plunges the knife into your torso, and you try to yell out in pain, but your throat is dry; only a pathetic croak escapes.You begin to blackout again, and you can hear her cackling with pleasure as the blood pulses from your wound. You feel the knife being pulled downward, slicing through your organs and opening a large hole in your chest.
And then, darkness.
"I noticed you looking, would you like me to buy you a drink?"
How could you turn it down? You gladly accept, and she orders drinks for the both of you. Wrapping her long, slender fingers around the glass, she hands it to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her full lips. She stares at you with her blue eyes, and you ask her name.
"It's Alice, sweetheart."
Before you can reply with your own name, she puts a finger on your lips.
"Shh, your name isn't important. You know we're not going to see eachother after tonight anyway, so why complicate things? I only told you mine so you know what to call out while you're screwing me."
Your vision starts to blur, but you don't notice. You're drinking, having a good time. You hear something about going to her apartment, and you gladly comply, your mind floating off.
You regain full conciousness in her bed. You're exhausted, sweaty. She's sitting on top of you, naked, her eyes now a piercing black.
"You didn't last as long as I expected. I guess that roofie affected your performance a little, huh? That's too bad, you seemed nice... but it seems you're useless to me now."
Roofie? Your mind is racing, heart beating erratically. Why would she drug you? It's not like you weren't going to sleep with her. And where did she get off calling you useless? She hops off the bed, walking over to her closet. As she opens it, your eyes widen. A number of different blades adorn the sides of her closet. She grabs a small knife, barely two inches long, tossing it between her hands. You try to sit up, but you can't move. You clench the bedsheets in your sweating palms, trying desperately to escape, but your muscles are frail and weak, still affected by the drug. She mounts you, a wicked smile spreading across her cheeks. She plunges the knife into your torso, and you try to yell out in pain, but your throat is dry; only a pathetic croak escapes.You begin to blackout again, and you can hear her cackling with pleasure as the blood pulses from your wound. You feel the knife being pulled downward, slicing through your organs and opening a large hole in your chest.
And then, darkness.