PoV Daniel Blackflame
"Did you know that breaking toys was something I used to exclusively do for work?" The beast-kin woman asked as she turned away dissappearing from my sight. "I enjoyed it, but it was always professional, through that grey haze that makes in, impressonal. Like the person knows on the table that you do it because you have to, not because you enjoy it," She said, and I trembled, wondering what the fuck this woman was on about.
"No, I didn't?" I replied, my voice bringing it out like a question, and suddenly the crazy bitch was at the table again, smiling with a knife in her hands that looked incredibly sharp. I shuddered, wondering when she got that knife and from where. Or where the hell I was.
Why was this happening to me?
"Do you think I asked that question because I thought you might have known, meat?" She asked in a voice full of malice and condescension. "Seriously. Do you think I am crazy or something?"
Yes!
You're a fucking crazy bitch!
"You are thinking I am crazy at this moment, or light in the head," She said and smiled down at me and whispered, "You know, maybe I am just having fun for the first time in a long time. Ever get pent up after a lack of sex and just need a release?"
I froze. Is she reading my mind?
No, no. No, she is not reading my mind, or she would just read my mind and kill me or something. fuck, what did she want?
"ANSWER ME!" She suddenly yelled at me, pressing the flat of the blade against my cheek, slowly bringing it towards my eyes and nose. I felt the extremely sharp edge press against my nostril, and I shuddered.
"YES, Yes, I do, I was going to enjoy the shop tonight before you picked me up. My little bro was looking for release, and I was going to enjoy myself!" I cried out without even thinking about it, and she smiled.
"Oh, you go to the shop?" She asked suddenly, "What do you like about the shop? I have a customer survey for you."
I froze.
What the fuck?
A customer survey?
What the fuck is going on with this bitch?
"It's simple, I ask a few questions, and I want to hear your genuine answers," She began, and I shuddered as she suddenly jumped up onto the table and sat on the edge of the table and leaned down on my chest. Her body was fucking chiseled. Eight-pack abs, bombing breasts, and a physique that looked like it could stretch for days. She was a fucking ten out of ten.
And I hated that my little bro got excited seeing this crazy bitch.
Never, ever, stick your dick in crazy.
"Alright, so starting from the top," She said, looking down into my eyes with those crazy fucking eyes, sending shivers through me. "So what do you think about the cleanliness of the place?" She asked, "Out of ten, one being the place is super dirty all the time, ten being it is clean all the time."
Fear was going through me, and I had no idea what this bitch wanted, and it did not make ANY FUCKING SENSE. "I- I dont know, the places are cleaner than any other place. The women renting themselves usually don't want to be dirty, and the employee helps frequently, so like a six, but I don't think you can get any higher in the public areas?" I said, my voice quivering, and she paused.
"Hmmm, Interesting, I was hoping more for an eight, but you are right, in the public areas, you might never get better than a six, more people moving through, with either men or women. The incubi tend to get the worst of it. The women make serious messes, surprisingly enough." The crazy bitch said, and then took the knife and suddenly pressed the sharp edge of the knife against my chest and hummed. "Good answer, I like it. If you are telling the truth," she suddenly changed from rational to crazy again, and her eyes widened, and she grinned, "You would not like the consequences of lying to me."
My breathing became harder as I tried to take a breath as I looked into her eyes. Fear was my entire being, and my eyes hazed a little as I felt desperate, "No, No, I would never lie to you," I told her quite honestly.
I had no fucking idea what was happening, and she was going more and more off the deep end. What did she want? Some fucking customer survey? What even is that?
"Oh, good, good, I don't like being lied to," She said slowly and grinned before stretching and showing off her figure. I could not help but gulp, and her eyes roamed my chest, and her knife dragged slowly against my skin as she looked at my chest, which I did not remember stripping.
Am I naked?
Oh, shit, I am, my cock is sticking up and making its presence known!
"Alright, next question, how was the service for the Employees, not the rental women, the employee taking the copper or silver?" She said, looking into my eyes with her face turning mock serious, "One being, they were rude and slow at work; ten being, they were polite, helpful, and assisted when they could."
I don't know how it started, but I felt tears well in my eyes. This bitch was terrifying; she was moving all over the place with these questions and her crazy bitch antics, and I was scared. Deeply scared, and these questions were sending my mind all over the place. Why did she need to strap me down to ask them?
And what the fuck, the girl was there to take copper and silver coins, what fucking questions would I have?
"W-wh-what questions would I have for her?" I asked before I could stop myself, my fear making me stutter.
"Well, rules, where to go, you know, normal thing," She added, and I did not know if that was normal.
You walk in, go to the whore that you wanted, put money into the slot, and dump a load before turning and leaving. That was it.
"Five?" I finally heard myself hoping she would not kill me.
"Hmm, five, I guess a good middle of the road," she said, and then things got more insane.
What did you think about security?
How well were they dressed?
Were there services that I thought were lacking?
What might get me to pay more?
Did I enjoy my time there?
More and more questions that were crazier and crazier about the damn shop, with her dragging that terrifying knife around on me, with that sexy body in contrast. I was scared, and she continued acting more and more unhinged, and I was just so scared.
WHY WOULD YOU KIDNAP SOMEONE FOR THESE QUESTIONS!
The fucking bitch was psycho!
"Alright," She said with tears in my eyes as I watched her get up off the table and chuckle. "That was fun. You are seriously scared of some basic customer service questions. What will you do when I ask you questions about something I actually care about?" She suddenly said, and my eyes widened.
"What?"
"So, can you tell me your name, Daniel Blackflame?" She suddenly asked.
"Daniel Blackfla-" I cut myself off as I realized her question, and my eyes widened. "How do you know my name?"
"Because I have been watching you, Daniel, and I have a question for you, and I don't like asking questions that I don't already know the answer to," She said, her smile malevolent and bright. Her face was almost breaking in half from the size of it. "What has Carl told you to do to my businesses?"
Fear engulfed me, and terror reigned supreme.
Then she leaned closer, and I felt myself urinate, "Don't tell me right away, I want to know, but I don't want to learn too quickly. I want to hear you scream, Daniel, I want to hear it for the next couple of hours to come."
"Goddess save me," I heard myself say as I felt my stomach drop.
"No, no, this goddess is enjoying my new toy," She chuckled, "Dance for me, toy."
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