KiKi Umara Death
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 26, 2009
The slave market of the capital city was buzzing with business. I seemed very unusually busy for a weekend. Business men and farmers alike had come to check out the local merchandise to see what they had to offer. Since everything was so nice and organized these days with colored collars, charms to signify certain abilities, and anklets to weed out the good from bad, it was easy for one to get what they needed and get out. But the reason it was so busy this time was the fact that a certain tent had sprung up out of no where and it said among whispers that it housed the most exotic slaves around.
In the very center of the slave market was a tent that housed the exotic merchandise. In the very back corner was a large cell guarded by two very nervous looking people. They stood about two feet from the cell doors casting glances at one another every now and then. Through the cell bars any viewer could see what appeared to be a red curtain of sorts. Beyond that didn’t seem visible at all. So it wasn’t clear as to why the guards were nervous. But as any person would stand there and watch they could see what looked to be eyes moving across the curtain every now and then. For any viewers who didn’t get nervous and walk away they could even here faint humming inside the cell.
If anyone were to have asked what was inside their only answer would have been “It”. But really what was beyond the curtain was a girl. She looked anything but normal with long white hair, faint yellow eyes, and pale skin. If the viewer had any sense they would guess she was some kind of demon. In this guess they would be correct. Mimi was a demon of sorts. If said person was lucky enough the curtain would lift and they could see her in all her radiating elegance. Even though she looked innocent enough her smile showed her true madness and the fact that she’d rather rip your head off rather than call you Master.
Mimi had been given to them as a gift from a cult. They had accidentally summoned her and obviously didn’t know how to send her back so they gladly gave her to them thinking that maybe she would make someone happy. But so far they had not found a master for her. They had managed to collar her though and cage her. Around Mimi’s neck she had a black collar, the color stating that she was dangerous, with three little charms on it: a bone signifying that she would kill, a question mark labeling her mysterious powers, and a bed stating that she was a registered sex slave. Dangling on her ankle was a black anklet symbolizing the fact that she was disobedient. Not that anyone couldn’t guess that themselves.
In the very center of the slave market was a tent that housed the exotic merchandise. In the very back corner was a large cell guarded by two very nervous looking people. They stood about two feet from the cell doors casting glances at one another every now and then. Through the cell bars any viewer could see what appeared to be a red curtain of sorts. Beyond that didn’t seem visible at all. So it wasn’t clear as to why the guards were nervous. But as any person would stand there and watch they could see what looked to be eyes moving across the curtain every now and then. For any viewers who didn’t get nervous and walk away they could even here faint humming inside the cell.
If anyone were to have asked what was inside their only answer would have been “It”. But really what was beyond the curtain was a girl. She looked anything but normal with long white hair, faint yellow eyes, and pale skin. If the viewer had any sense they would guess she was some kind of demon. In this guess they would be correct. Mimi was a demon of sorts. If said person was lucky enough the curtain would lift and they could see her in all her radiating elegance. Even though she looked innocent enough her smile showed her true madness and the fact that she’d rather rip your head off rather than call you Master.
Mimi had been given to them as a gift from a cult. They had accidentally summoned her and obviously didn’t know how to send her back so they gladly gave her to them thinking that maybe she would make someone happy. But so far they had not found a master for her. They had managed to collar her though and cage her. Around Mimi’s neck she had a black collar, the color stating that she was dangerous, with three little charms on it: a bone signifying that she would kill, a question mark labeling her mysterious powers, and a bed stating that she was a registered sex slave. Dangling on her ankle was a black anklet symbolizing the fact that she was disobedient. Not that anyone couldn’t guess that themselves.