Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

Back up in the cell, Sayori had been bored with nothing to do, so she had simply snuggled back into her bed and dozed, having sweet dreams about having picnic with Quint or swimming with Sabastian.

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Sabastian’s primary link had been with Quint, despite having sensed the other two zombies and... others? He wasn’t quite sure. However, the further down the elevator went, the more prominent the presence became. As he stepped out of the elevator with Francisco, he let the man lead him forward as normal. What happened next had been unexpected.

All around him, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions, most of them fearful.

‘Help me!’
‘Stay away!’
‘Don’t hurt me!
‘The pain!’
‘Why?’
‘So hungry...’

He froze and fell to his knees, looking around at all the animals that were stirred up by them and he now understood what Francisco had meant. It was a potent mixture of anguish and panic, despair and fear. It almost sent him running back to the elevator but he restrained himself.

The little blonde saw that most of them didn’t have fully violet eyes, so they weren’t like Bowie. These weren’t as intelligent and couldn’t be told what was happening or why. He felt an overwhelming sadness come over him at the sight, tears running down his face as he sobbed. Normally he might have been embarrassed by crying so hard in front of someone, but here he didn’t give a fuck.

It was awful- they shared in that feeling of helplessness as he was just as helpless to help them as they were to escape. His heart felt so heavy, yet there was no outlet other than his tears. He realized he had to get away from here if they were to calm down, so he got to his feet slowly.

“We need... I’m ready to continue.” His voice shook, the blonde focusing on looking straight ahead.

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Maverick hadn’t been paying much attention to the road or scenery, simply trusting Lizz to get them there. The fact that it took them so long to reach the house made him wonder if Vin’s sister was a hermit or something. Probably. Why else would she choose to live so far out in the woods away from town? As such, he imagined that she was also pretty anti social. That was fine; he’d probably need a couple days of peace and quiet before he decided what to do with himself now that he was alone.

As they pulled up, he looked at the yard and found himself impressed. The place looked pretty damn self-sufficient, the balance of plants and animals indicating that she likely didn’t have to go into town much at all, especially if she lived alone. He had no idea whether she was actually alone though; she could very well have a lover there with her, or friends from town. He supposed it didn’t matter.

The man eyed the buck and nodded at Lizz’s comments, agreeing that the buck looked to be near the end of his rope. He wondered if any of them were going to live to a ripe old age, absentmindedly listening to Lizz before suddenly seeing the buck get an arrow to the chest. It was so sudden and unexpected that he too jumped, eyes wide as it slumped to the ground. What the fuck just happened?

Looking around for the source of the arrow, he saw a woman appear near the house, his breath momentarily taken away. She was gorgeous. Well, he hadn’t expected for Vin’s hermit sister to look so beautiful, but he supposed that the disdain for society could come in many shapes and forms, though her shape and form was admittedly very much preferred. While the thought of getting out of the car to greet her crossed his mind, he very much liked not being a pincushion, so he left it to Lizz to get out first. Leaning over just slightly he said, “I think I’ll stay in the car while you two babes catch up.”

 

[Drobabes]

The General sat the bundle of food, wrapped in a dark towel to keep it warm, down on the chair before he turned to Sayori. He watched her in silence for a moment, taking in the features of her face and how relaxed she had become as she dozed. Sleep was very important for the health of the body, and it was not something that he usually chose to disturb. However, he also knew that too much sleep could be just as unhealthy, and the last thing he wanted was for his little pet to be ill as she carried the future of his new empire.

Taking a step over to the bed, he reaches out with one calloused hand and runs his knuckles across her cheek, and then tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Sayori, it's time to get up."
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He hadn't expected Sabastian to be the one voluntarily moving forward, but he was grateful. The sooner they moved along, the sooner those terrible cries would stop.

The lab was dimly lit compared to the cells, and as they walked, more of the experiments unfolded before them. There seemed to be no need for walls or doors, but old hospital beds and metal tables made up sections on either side of the long corridor. Every bed and table seemed to be occupied, if not with dissected zombies or human cadavers, then things that were...other. On one bed, there was even an egg that seemed to have hatched, though what had been in inside seems to have been taken away.

Finally, after Francis was sure he was about to start gagging from the sight of the more human blood, they left the horrors of the labs behind and ended up at Quints door. He reached up and unlocked it, and then he pushed Sabastian through with just a little more force than was necessary.

The room that Quint was being kept in was very similar to the room that Sayori had been taken to, if just a bit less cozy. Instead of hard furniture, there were only large cushions and pillows to sit on, and on the far wall there was one large foam matress simply laying on the ground. There were no pictures in this room, but the little garden section was there in the corner, albeit lacking anything besides simple plastic containers. Francis had not been exaggerating when he had stated he had tried to take everything sharp away, and the only hard objects seemed to be in the small section of bathroom with the clear glass shower.

Quint had been sitting on the bed, but when he felt Sabastian getting closer, he had stood and started to pace. As the door was opened, and the little blond pushed through, he simply stood back with his arms crossed and a nervous, grim, look upon his face. Behind him, his tentacles hung out, twitching in agitation.

"Francis, why did you bring him all the way down here? That wasn't necessary."

"I don't want there to be any confusion or miscommunication."

His voice was grim as he walked over to Sabastian and placed a hand on his shoulder, and then shoved him down onto a cushion, forcing him to sit. Once he was seated, Francis turned to face him slowly, the look in his eyes having turned from serious to absolutely menacing.

"Now, Sabastian" he said slowly.

"Your link with Quinton caused you to share dreams with him, didn't it? Memories, even?"
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Lizzy looked over at him, almost seemingly hesitating and then she nodded. Opening the door, she hopped out and then strode over to the tall native american women.

Damaris had heard the vehicle coming down her driveway, and while she knew it was parked over in the corner of her lawn, she paid it very little mind as she simply strode across the grass to retrieve her arrow. As Lizzy came up to greet her, it was almost as if she had been expecting the young women the whole time, and barely paid her any mind either, simply bending down to retrieve the arrow.

From the truck, Maverick would be able to see Lizzy talking, moving her hands slightly as she did so, and gesturing towards him. When she did, Damaris looked up briefly, but her eyes went back to the arrow in her hands as she cleaned it. When Lizzy suddenly hugs herself and droops her head, her shoulders shaking, Damaris finally seems to show something besides bland indifference.

She puts the arrow away in her carrying bag, and then she pulls Lizzy close, giving her a brief hug and a kiss on her forehead before pushing her back a bit and looking down into her face. They share a few words, and then Damaris walks back to the other side of the house while Lizzy comes back over to the truck, fresh tears wetting her face when she opens the door to look at Maverick.

"She wants you to get out and drag that buck around to the side of the house so she can clean it. I suggest you just do it without asking too many questions, she's very touchy about respect and we're staying on her land now."

 

[Poprockz]

In her sleep-laden state, she hadn't resisted his hand and actually pushed and rubbed her face against it slightly as though subconsciously seeking comfort from its warmth.

"Sayori, it's time to get up."

She knew that voice though, her dreams interrupted as she blinked the sleep away to see someone hovering over her. Her demeanor immediately changed to one of guardedness, her body stiffening slightly as she realized the hand she had felt was his.

There he was, the general. Part of her had suspected that he would show up sooner or later since he was the one who had taken notice of the date, after all. She wasn't sure what Francisco had meant by "extra attention," but she hoped it wasn't anything too bad. Kuznet was a sadistic man, though she had a hard time pinning down what his motivations truly were. His only goal seemed to be to get Cora and Quint under his care once more, but what then? She wondered if he had any other plans he sought to accomplish.

As she looked up at him, her glossy brown eyes found no trace of the kind man who had spoken with her when they first met. It had been an act to fool her, a trail of breadcrumbs to get his little mouse to scurry in the direction he wanted until she had a cage door shut behind her. There was no cheese at the end of the trail, just captivity and misery.

She sighed and pulled back the covers, sitting up on her bed to let him know that she intended to stay awake as he wanted. The sweatshirt had ridden up a bit so she pulled it down slightly as she made herself comfortable; had he been looking, he would have seen the way her belly was slightly bulging at this point with the eggs she nurtured within her. Unbeknownst to her, her breasts had also become just a bit bigger, her body tricked into thinking that she would eventually have to provide sustenance to her young.

"Hello General," she nodded at him and fiddled with her fingers, now awake enough for her anxiety to bless her with its presence.

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Just like Francisco, Sabastian couldn't stand the sight of some of the things he saw as he walked down that corridor. Obviously this was the lab, and the place where they directed things. Based on the officer's reaction, he imagined that he wasn't the one doing the experiments. That was probably either that officer Niles, officer Jonathon, or maybe another lackey or two. He didn't want to linger in that place any more than Francisco did, so he continued to walk extremely briskly.

Once those horrors were out of sight, he noticed that he could feel Quint very close by. He didn't get much time to wonder why before he found himself being shoved through a door. The man didn't trip and fall over, but it was close since his hands were bound behind him. Immediately, he looked up and saw Quint, his eyes widening.

He looked like the photo Cora showed him, though he looked older and agitated at the moment. Sabastian let his crystalline eyes take him in, his gaze being drawn to those twitching appendages. They truly were white, just like Sayori had said. It was odd seeing them, well, seeing him in real life rather than just as a presence in his head. Quint didn't look or feel happy to see him though, so his apprehension only grew when he spoke to Francisco.

The hand on his shoulder was strong, and unfortunately Sabastian was not. He was forced to sit even though he didn't like the idea of sitting back into a bean bag with his hands behind his back, that position being a somewhat more difficult position to get up from without hands for balance.

"... memories even?"

So that's what those were. Had he seen into Quint's memories, and Quint into his own? That was indeed a frightening thought, though not as frightening as the look and tone the officer was giving him.

"I... had suspected that they were memories, but I hadn't been sure yet since my own dreams were slightly warped versions of my own memories... If that's what they were, then yes." Francisco had made it clear that he didn't ask questions for no reason, so he likely already knew the answer. Even if Sabastian had wanted to lie, Quint was right there and could absolutely tell whether he was lying or not. If these two were allied in some weird conspiracy, it honestly made sense to eliminate him. Perhaps that was the grim look he was being given by the two of them- they were trying to decide whether "Sabastian tried to escape so he had to be shot." He shifted slightly again, trying to get into a comfortable position where his torso cuff wouldn't chafe him as badly.

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As he watched, he took note of how stoic the woman was, barely reacting to anything Lizz said until she presumably broke down and talked about what happened at the auto-shop. When she had looked at him, he noticed that her gaze didn't linger on him as though she wasn't impressed by what she saw. That was fine. After all, she hadn't seen him out of the car either, and even if she was interested, he didn't foresee her being very fun to hang out with. Honestly, based on simple observation, it confirmed his theory about her being an anti-social hermit.

His eyes watched Lizz come back to the car, feeling a bit sympathetic from the tears on her face. When she explained the situation, he raised his eyebrow before looking at the buck and back to her. So the woman hadn't even said a word to him, but fully expected him to drag a very heavy dead animal a long distance to the house? His personal opinion was that it was less about respect and more about the woman being opportunistic. Regardless, he didn't really have a choice in the matter if he wanted to at least stay the night, so he had better get to dragging.

"Sure." He opened his car door and took off his shirt, tossing it at Lizz. "You can use that to blow your nose if you need to." With that done, he walked over to the deer and eyed it. It looked to be about 200 pounds, not too heavy. Squatting down, he shifted the deer until he had a good hold on it, quickly lifting it and settling it on his shoulders. Damn, it was a bit awkward, but he could definitely take it. He started to slowly walk to the side of the house, the warm feeling of blood dripping down his skin making him shiver slightly. The deer was still slightly warm, its head lolling over his shoulder as he went.

When he reached the side of the house that Damaris had gone to, he set the dear down gently. Hopefully he could get some water to clean the blood off, but that seemed less important right now. Looking down, the deer looked out with glossy eyes. Those eyes were like Tiffany's as she lay in her own pool of blood. She had the same lifeless expression, like an animal that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She wasn't an animal though, she was a woman. A woman who he had failed. His gaze darkened as he simply stared into the deer's eyes, wondering what the fuck he was going to do tomorrow.

 

[Drobabes]

He had indeed noticed, and although it made him pleased, he chose not to bring up the subject of her bulging belly for the moment. Instead, he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out the small red velvet box.

"Hello Sayori. Today is your birthday, is it not?"

Of course he already knew the answer to his own question, but he found the light conversation somewhat engaging, when the thing he was conversing with was so beautiful.

"I have something for you."

Holding his big hand out, the tiny box lay perfectly in the middle of his palm.
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If Quint wasn't so concerned with the edge in his voice as he threatened the little blond, he might have took more note of how beautiful Sabastian was. He wasn't attracted to him in the slightest, but the man was quite honestly magazine cover material and it was a bit surprisingly to see it first hand. Right now, though...

"Fran," he said, letting his arms come down as he stepped over towards them a little, his ankle chains dragging on the floor.

"Go easy on him. I'll know if he's lying, you don't have to-"

"The fuck I don't" Francis growled, suddenly turning away to glare at Quint.

"This little shit stain has no idea what's at stake here. He has no idea how many lives are on the line."

The half zombie glanced down at Sabastian, his hands forming into fists for a moment. Fear was coursing through their link, from both their ends. He was hesitating with something, staring hard at those beautiful multicolored eyes, but finally he seemed to make up his mind and looks back to Francisco.

"Then let's tell him. He's already past the point of going back...he saw enough."

There was guilt now. Quint felt guilty for what Sabastian had seen, for dragging him into this, unintentional as it may have been.

"You're really going to trust him with that?"

The half zombie looked back to Sabastian again, staring at him firmly as he spoke.

"I am. He's stronger than he looks, and he'll do what needs to be done to keep people safe. Won't you?"

Quint was remembering the way in which Sabastian had reached out while Ray had tortured him, and tried to share in the burden of his pain. He could have easily tried to block him out, but he hadn't and instead had tried to lighten the burden for him-someone he barely even knew. He also didn't know why he had chose to leave his friends and the person he loved behind, but Quint got the feeling he had been trying to protect them, and if that was the case, then he knew he wasn't wrong. Kuznet wouldn't be able to break him so easily.
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"You can use that to blow your nose if you need to."

She couldn't help but choke out a little laugh through her sniffles, despite the pain. She watched as he got out of the car and then carried the deer towards the other end of the house, but instead of following, she made her way over to the horses to get some much needed comfort from the familiar beasts.

Damaris came back around the side of the house with a metal bucket and a large knife. She glanced at the man that Lizz had brought home with her, and then dropped the knife in the bucket before sitting it down near a custom made device. Grabbing a rope from the end of the device, she began to unravel it and walk over towards the back end of the deer.

"Are you just going to stand there staring death in it's face?"

Her voice was deeper, rich, and absolutely all women; like something one would expect to hear come out of the lips of a goddess of war.

"If you stare too long, she might take an unhealthy interest in you."

Wrapping the rope around it's back feet, Damaris quickly ties a tight knot, and the then she walks back over to the custom device, and, using a system of pulleys, is soon dragging the carcass back towards the wood, and then up in the air to hang. Once it's hanging, she takes the bucket and knife and slits the throat, letting the blood drain into the bucket.

 

[Poprockz]

"Hello Sayori. Today is your birthday, is it not? I have something for you."

He was given a little nod to his “question” before she responded, “... Something... for me?” Her voice was just a little frightened as she watched him reach into his pocket at take out a box.

Oh god, it was a finger wasn't it? Or maybe it was a toe or an eyeball in that little box. Was he going to laugh and tell her that it belonged to one of the prisoners across the way? Whatever it was, she knew that to refuse it would mean that he would be very displeased so she had little choice.

Hesitantly, she reached out and took the box from his hand, apprehensively cupping it in one of her own dainty hands before lifting the lid. She blinked with those long eyelashes of hers. It wasn't a body part at all. Rather, it was unexpectedly a high-quality pearl piece of jewelry. Her face became relieved and somewhat curious. Her fingers moved under the pearls and lifted it out of the box, revealing that it was a pearl choker.

She had to admit that it was a beautiful piece of jewelry, those pearls catching the light with a shimmer. Finding the clasp, she lifted the necklace up and wrapped it around her neck, her delicate fingers easily able to latch the necklace behind her. Sayori reached around to the front, tracing her fingertips along the smooth surface of those shiny pearls. The necklace felt just a bit snug for her taste, but chokers were supposed to be like that and it was probably how he liked it too. Perhaps it was supposed to remind her of the pressure of his grip, the result of his displeasure.

Her doe-eyes found his icy ones and she nodded. "Thank you. I hadn't expected to receive a gift, especially not something so... beautiful," she said quietly, lowering her hands and averting her eyes from his intense gaze once more. It wasn't clear why he was doing this. She was his prisoner after all, so he didn't really have to do anything nice for her even if it was her birthday.

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"...He has no idea how many lives are on the line."

That caught his attention. The man quietly thought about what they were saying as they went back and forth. Honestly, if that was what was at stake here, then the logical choice was to kill him.

He didn't want to die, he didn't think most people did, but if it meant that he was protecting someone's Vin, someone's Cora... people that other people knew and loved. Perhaps it would be worth it in that case. Perhaps he could make peace with it.

"... and he'll do what needs to be done to keep people safe. Won't you?"

Sabastian was quiet for just a moment before replying, "I will. And that's why I think it would be best to shoot me." He let the sentence settle for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at Francisco with a resolute expression before looking at Quint specifically. "Do you remember the dream where I was in the forest? That was real. I turned into a monster and had I stuck around instead of running away, I could very well have killed everyone I know and love, including Cora. When I'm not drugged up, I have the strength to make a mile-long path through a redwood forest. That's why I left- I'm a danger to anyone around me."

It stung to admit that he wasn't who he used to be, to accept the facts. However, he was sure that once Quint heard, he would agree with him. If this was truly as important to them as it seemed, Quint would see reason.

"If dying is what it takes, then that's what it takes." He breathed in deeply, able to catch just the faintest of smells from within his locket. That scrap of cloth and that guitar pick still smelled like him. Like Vin. He couldn't help but think to himself how ironic it was that the one who had denied his initial request to be put down had been Cora, and now he found himself asking the same thing of her brother. What a weird world. Even after he turned, she had wanted him to stay, despite the risks. They all had, which was why he couldn't let them be such a trio of dumbasses. Well, technically it would be a quartet of dumbasses, wouldn't it if Bowie was included? Maybe he was the dumbass, taking all of it upon himself, but at least he knew in his heart that his actions would be worth something.

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Maverick pulled his eyes away from the deer's face and watched her handle it, silent as she hung it up and slit its throat. Damn, she was efficient. He didn't think anyone could look hot stringing up a deer and draining it of its fluids, but here she was proving him wrong. That voice too... He imagined that if she commanded him to pop a boner, his dick would probably obey. Now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts though- he should probably help Lizz unload the car.

The man shrugged, "I think death has taken an unhealthy interest in most of us lately. I also think death is being a cranky bitch in general, but that's just my opinion." His eyes went to her face, silently taking all of her breathtaking features. "Damaris, right? My name is Maverick. Thanks for letting me stay for the night. I'm not really much of a hunter or cook, but I do give a mean massage. " For some reason, her steady gaze made him the slightest bit uneasy so he continued, "I mean, I was a masseuse before shit went down."

 

[Drobabes]

Kuznet watched those delicate little fingers work, lifting the necklace and then gracefully placing it around her neck. The sight of those little pearls against her slightly darker toned skin as she ran her fingers along them made something stir in him. He wanted to reach out and choke her, to leave the imprint of those little jewels in poka dot bruises along her delicate flesh.

Instead, he turned his attention to the food, unwrapping something that filled the cell with a sweet concoction of smells. Cinnamon, vanilla, banana, and the smell of the soft dessert bread that held it all together. Using the plastic knife, he took a slice off and was just turning back to her when she thanked him for the present. It made him smile before he gestured for her to get up and move to a chair. Once she was there, he handed her the sweet bread and sat down on the bed himself.

"It suits you. It belonged to my mother, but, I just couldn't bring myself to bury it with her."

He crossed his hands over his lap and leaned forward in a relaxed manner, and then he seemed to simply stare at her for a moment; drinking in her features.

"She was a very good women. Very obedient; much like you."
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Quint had been staring down Francisco, trying to get the man to chill out, but when Sabastian said that the dream had been real, and he seemed to be implying that he could knock redwoods over, Quint's blue-purple eyes turned back to him a bit slowly and widened in shock. He was quiet for just a moment, and then he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, (and perhaps by the sudden rush of feelings they shared through the link, he was going to say how awesome it was), but Francisco quickly interrupted him.

"I'm not going to kill you idiot. You really think Ray would just let me kill one of his tools? That's not what this is about. Besides, he's keeping you so doped up here, I bet you couldn't even throw down with a kitten."

He turned away for a moment, pacing across the room and grabbing a plastic cup. It seemed as if he was going to take it to the sink to get some water until he looked down at what was inside of it and then got a disgusted look on his face before sitting it down.

"What?" Quint said, almost acting offended.

"What'ja want me to do, spit on the floor?"

"Tell him Quint. I don't have a whole lot of time down here."

Quint crossed his arms, sighed through his nose, and then he grabbed a cushion to sit down crosslegged in front of Sabastian.

"Those dreams you saw of mine were real too, Sabastian. Francisco is on our side, and he's been working from the inside for years to take down Kuznet. Both of us have. Look," he said, suddenly scooting up a bit closer and becoming very serious once more.

"Kuznet's reach goes deeper than you can imagine. He has his puppet strings in almost every black market scheme that exists in the world, and he has victims all over the world. He's not involved in just one child ring in the United States, he's involved in all of them. Across the whole world, in other countries. Along with the slave trade market and the illegal sex trade. And who knows what else he has his hands in."

He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a slow breath and looking at the floor for a moment.

"And this apocalypse has only made him gain more power, not less. Most of his competition has been killed off, and now he's discovered that he can build an army with those eggs, and guess who already has one of the most powerful armies and military in the world? The United States."

He let his fall down into his lap, and he looked over at Francisco.

"Fran is the only one who can get close to him. He's the only one that Kuznet confides in, and he's the only one who can deal with the information that leads to any deals or contacts Kuznet has. And what you saw is putting him in danger.

"Kuznet knows about most of Francis's odd behaviours-that's part of his job. To play therapist and keep the victims from losing their minds. But what he doesn't know is how Francis acts when there's no cameras and mics on, and if he did...he would kill him. And we would lose any chance we have at finding those other victims, and their abusers."

When he was done, Quint simply stared at him, waiting to see how he was going to take all this. Quinton himself knew that Sabastian could likely handle being tortured-as he had gone through it with him and had still been tough enough not to wake Sayori up. However, if Fran didn't buy it, he would likely cut Sabastians tongue out from the point where it couldn't grow back just to make sure he kept his secret safe. And the fucked part is, he knew Kuznet so well, he could spin up a good lie of why he had to do it.
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"I also think death is being a cranky bitch in general, but that's just my opinion."

Her dark, almost black, brown eyes, glanced at him briefly before going back to work as she began to field dress the deer.

"Death only does what is necessary; the job that no one else can handle."

As he properly introduced himself, she reached down with a black leather booted foot and moved the bucket aside to make room for the organs to spill out, not wanting them to splash and spill the blood she had saved. She then looked up at him, taking him in as he spoke. Lizz had told her, briefly, what had happened, and she wondered how the man was handling it. He seemed the type that could use a good distraction.

"I mean, I was a masseuse before shit went down."

That warranted a small, brief, smile before she went back to work.

"You still have your hands, don't you? Go. Unload your supplies and put them just inside the front door. I will show you to your rooms when I am done here."

And just like that, he was dismissed.

 

[Poprockz]

Something about the smell of the sweetbread really made her hungry. Well, maybe it wasn't hunger, but more of an intense craving. She wondered to herself whether she was experiencing the weird pregnancy cravings that women sometimes got. It wasn't as though she had ever been with child before, so it was a first for her. As he took it out and cut it, her eyes hungrily watched, the woman trying to reign in her reaction lest he feel the need to tease her.

Moving to the chair and accepting that delectable-smelling dessert, she looked up at him as he spoke, her eyes widening as he told her that it had belonged to his mother. Why in the world would he give her such a precious item? The weight of those pearls suddenly felt heavier as her face paled slightly; there was no way she was important enough to him to give her such things unless it didn't mean much to him. Or maybe he was lying, trying to get her to put her guard down. All the possibilities of why he had done this whizzed through her head and almost gave her a headache. There was no "figuring him out," she supposed. He did things for his own reasons.

As he leaned forward, she took a bite out of the bread. God it was SO delicious. She couldn't hide the way her shoulders relaxed slightly and a tiny sigh escaped her.

"She was a very good woman. Very obedient; much like you."

Sayori swallowed the bite she had in her mouth and nodded, "oh... I-I see." She hated when he called her obedient, mostly because it was true. They both knew that she didn't have the backbone to resist his commands or wishes, or even to look into his eyes for more than a few moments. She wanted to ask him about his mother, but she found herself unable to summon up the courage to do so. Instead, she took another bite.

When the silence got too intense with those cold blue eyes watching her, she swallowed and fidgeted. The silence was so heavy she couldn't stand it, the woman looking up at him and saying, "the dessert is delicious, thank you. Um... banana is one of my favorite foods."

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Sabastian thought it was funny how Quint thought it was pretty awesome that he could do that. He assumed Quint could do it too, he probably just hadn't had the opportunity to test out his strength to its full potential. Hopefully he would be able to do so one day, but in the meantime they would both be too doped up do do much of anything.

He was just the tiniest bit offended by Fran calling him an idiot, the little blonde frowning slightly and watching as the man paced. What a dick. The officer was right though, he was currently powerless.

His attention moved to Quint as the man sat down in front of him. Up close, he couldn't help but notice how he looked like a more handsome version of Cora, those hazel/violet eyes of his looking very beautiful up close. If he wasn't a taken man, he might have even felt attracted to Quint. That being said, his heart wouldn't allow any room for even the contemplation of another relationship.

When Quint started speaking, he listened intently, his stomach dropping upon hearing the beans Quint was currently spilling. There was no question in his mind that Kuznet was absolutely the most evil piece of shit he had ever met in his life, no question. Margaret was also a shitty person, but she didn't measure up to that blonde fuck. It sounded like Kuznet was bent on dominating as many people as he could, but to what end? For the fuck of it? Did he just get his rocks off knowing that with a nod of his head he could change the course of thousands of lives?

It made him understand why they were so panicked about him revealing their plans to the General. If he were to tip Kuznet off, then this whole plan would be flushed down the drain. This was a coup that had been probably twenty years or more in the making- truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. Who knew what kind of fucked up shit Francisco had to have done to completely earn Kuznet's trust. Based on the General's depravity, he imagined that he had done things that he simply couldn't wash clean. This was way bigger than he could have imagined.

Of course Sabastian was willing to die for such a cause, but the question then became: was he willing to watch others die and suffer for it? If Kuznet really wanted to know something, he could torture him, but Sabastian knew he would probably be able to hold out. However, if the general threatened to kill Vin, would he be strong enough to let Vin die? That was a difficult question.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, absorbed in thought as he spaced out slightly. That broad smile of Vin's, those sexy eyes, his musical voice... All those things could be snuffed out at a word from Kuznet, or even worse it could be Vin that was tortured. That being said, he knew in his heart that if Vin knew what was at stake, he would also be willing to do whatever it took; he was just a kind-hearted person that way. It would break his fucking heart, but he decided that he was willing to let Kuznet have his lover or his friends for that matter if it meant that they could put an end to the mass suffering the man was going to inflict and had already inflicted.

God he felt like such a piece of shit. If he ever got through this and met Vin again, he didn't think he could ever look the man in the fucking eyes knowing that he was willing to let him die for this. If hell was a real place, Sabastian was probably going there. If the General truly did end up doing terrible things to him, then at least Sabastian would be able take the sick bastard down as his last action in life.

His mis-matched eyes looked away from Quint, the surface of them glossy with sadness. His mouth was set in a grim line as he tried to reconcile what he might have to do. It was hard to put into words, but the more he thought about it, the more difficult it became to hold back. Soon he found that with a tremble of his lip, tears were now sliding down his cheeks. It felt like his heart was being ground under the heel of a military boot, knowing that he would be the reason why Vin suffered. Kuznet had his sights on Cora, so she was already in danger (also Damien by extension), but Vin was innocent.

"Fuck..." he said softly. "I never wanted this for him... I wanted him to be able to live his life and move on, not get dragged in here and gutted. It's so fucking unfair..." He knew that the same could be said for anyone Kuznet had ruined, but it didn't make things easier.

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"You still have your hands, don't you? Go. Unload your supplies and put them just inside the front door. I will show you to your rooms when I am done here."

That little smile she gave him seemed just a little mysterious and he wondered what she was thinking behind those intelligent eyes of hers. Surely she couldn't be thinking that his profession was funny or something like that; maybe she was just trying to be nice. There was something just a little bit annoying about not being able to read her well, the man wishing that he could tell what she was thinking. He lingered for a moment before nodding and heading back to the car.

He went to the bed of the truck and started taking things out and setting them on the grass nearby. The sleeping bag with Tiffany in it was back there, his eyes lingering over it as he thought to himself that they would have to give her a proper burial or cremation soon. He wasn't sure how Damaris felt about burying the woman in the woods, but he'd have to ask her later. For now, he felt confident that both he and Lizz were exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day.

Maverick couldn't handle thinking about Tiffany much more today, so he focused on his task. He grabbed what he could and headed for the house, setting the packs and sleeping bags just inside the front door before going back for bin Vin had packed. Once everything was inside, he shut the door behind him and sighed, putting his hands on his hips and looking around at Damaris's house.

 

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Kuznet watched her eat, her small movements and body language playing out before him. It was so easy to read ones like this, their not so subtle body language painting an honest picture of every little emotion that might be playing behind those soulless eyes.

"Um... banana is one of my favorite foods."

He smiled again, not deigning to answer her for another moment. Perhaps he had nothing to say, or perhaps he just liked to watch her squirm.

"How are you feeling, Sayori?"

He reached out slowly and moved the towel from the sweetbread a bit, giving her better access if she wanted to eat more.

"The eggs certainly seem to be changing your anatomy."
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Francisco stopped his pacing and crossed his arms, his hard demeanor momentarily leaving him as he watched the realization finally sink in for the little blond.

At one point in time, almost a whole lifetime ago, he had considered being happy. He had wanted a family and kids, a dog. He had wanted a nice house and a nice car, and maybe even a pool, but Ray had ruined that dream. Crushed it under his boot just like he crushed anyone or anything that ever got in his way. The closest thing that Francisco had ever come to getting that type of love, was through Quint and his father.

He wished he could feel enough for the blond to comfort him. He wished he didn't have so many demons hanging off his back, that he could say something comforting to the man and give him some kind of hope, but he was simply too broken to even attempt it. Better to leave it to Quint, the boy who had held his heart and who he would do absolutely anything for.

The water works didn't start in himself, as Quinton had already reconciled these exact types of feelings in himself long ago. However, he did grimace, and then frown as he watched the tears begin to spill down his face. What they were asking of him was not fair either, but, reality was never fair.

Getting up onto his knees, he half walked, half shimmied over the last few feet between them, and then he pulled Sabastian into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around him fully. After just a second of hesitance, his appendages, which he had yet to put away, wrapped around him as well.

"I'm so sorry you got trapped in this sinking ship" he said softly.

"We'll do our best to keep you and them safe, but Kuznets damn near a force of nature, Sabastian. We can't promise we can predict how this will go down."
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The house was huge, but ultimately cozy in that cabin in the woods sort of way. Much of the furniture seemed to have almost been hand crafted, with sturdy wood and real animal skins and furs to provide the soft cushioning. There was a large fireplace near the sitting area, also looking as if it had been hand crafted with brick, and in front of it was a large, soft looking piece of dark brown fur.

No animal heads or paws were present on the furs, but all around the walls hung portraits of beautiful nature scenes and animal faces. Upon first inspection, they might appear to be actual pictures, but if one got up close, they would be able to see that they were actually painted.

A low, rumbling growl came from straight ahead, down a hallway. Not a mere moment after the growl had been heard, a huge, black Rottweiler stepped forward out of the shadows. It was easily a hundred and twenty pounds, it's huge head hung a bit low as it snarled at the new man in the house, and it's piercing, fully purple eyes, conveyed something close to a murderous intent.
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Lizz gave the old mare a final pat on her neck and one last hug, and then she wiped her eyes and turned towards the house. She was really looking forward to seeing the pups, as she hadn't been barreled over in close to a year.

Just the thought of it gave her a smile as she walked to the house.

 

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After only having received a smile as an answer, she quickly looked away and focused all of her attention on eating the bread, not knowing what else to do. It was almost painful the way he didn't answer, the woman feeling like an ant under a magnifying glass. She finished it quickly, licking her lips and shifting in her seat. What was he waiting for? Did he drug her like Francisco had? No, he wouldn't do that sort of thing and risk it affecting her eggs. Then what? What was he waiting for? Why was he smiling? It made her so anxious, not knowing what he was doing or thinking.

"How are you feeling, Sayori?"

That short question freed her from the silence, the woman almost grateful to him for doing so. However, the follow-up question made her pause, her eyes watching as he pulled back the towel as an invitation to her. Part of her wanted to politely decline and simply be happy with what she had been given, but a larger part of her really needed that bread for some reason giving her no choice but to give in. Perhaps she was low on potassium, or the eggs wanted the cinnamon or sugar. Whatever the case, she took the plastic knife and cut off another decent-sized piece for herself. While she was doing so, she noticed that a few little ketchup-like packets of icing had been included and her mouth watered.

Her eyes flicked to him for a moment before hesitantly reaching out for one. When nothing happened, she took it and opened it, letting the creamy white frosting be drizzled on her piece of bread. Maybe it was sugar she was craving, Sayori noting that the reason she may not have felt this way before might have been because they hadn't given her any sweets yet. She wanted to take a bite so badly, but she knew she could only delay his questions for so long before his patience ran out.

She quickly licked a little bit of frosting off of her finger before replying, "um. I'm feeling fine. No aches or pains, nor any nausea or swelling in my ankles. My body and the... eggs seem to be doing fine, I'm just hungrier than normal it would seem." The woman assumed that his question had more been directed at her body's wellbeing than her own emotional state. After all, he didn't need to ask to know how she was doing in that department.

Sayori wondered what he meant by "her anatomy" though, thinking to herself that she couldn't already be showing, could she? Looking down, it didn't seem like her belly was much larger under the somewhat baggy sweatshirt. She moved her hand to her stomach, rubbing it slightly to get an idea of whether it was larger. Indeed it was, the woman's eyes looking slightly surprised as she felt how much it had grown in such a short amount of time.

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Sabastian had seen him come forward out of the corner of his eye, but he hadn't expected to be hugged. When those arms and appendages wrapped around him, he simply couldn't hold back, turning toward Quint and crying into his chest in earnest. Were his hands or appendages free, he would have hugged him back, but he was currently in no position to do so with his restraints. Normally he might have tried to shrug things off and say that it was fine, but this was so much worse than anything he would normally have to deal with.

""I'm so sorry you got trapped in this sinking ship. We'll do our best to keep you and them safe, but Kuznets damn near a force of nature, Sabastian. We can't promise we can predict how this will go down."

"I know," he sniffled, taking a shuddering breath to stabilize himself before speaking again, "Thank you. If the stakes weren't so high, I would have told both of you to fuck off. As it is... I can't doom a fuckton of people for a handful of my own. It's just... it's just..." Sabastian couldn't stop from crying a bit more, taking a few moments before finishing quietly, "... hard to accept such cold logic even if it's right."

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He looked around, impressed at her sense of style and decor. It wasn't really what he would have done as far as furniture and the like, but it definitely felt cozy. She seemed to have a lot of paintings too, and he wondered whether she painted them herself or whether she had a particular artist she was fond of.

At the low growl, the man tensed and looked around for the source of it. When his eyes landed on the huge dog, he relaxed slightly. With a sigh, he got to the ground and sat down, wanting the dog to know that he wasn't a threat and that he had no intention of running away either. Running away from a dog like that was a bad idea no matter the reason; he held out his hand in a down-turned fist. "Hey there. I'd give you a treat, but your mom might kick my ass and I've had enough shittiness for one day." Maverick didn't really expect the dog to understand what he was saying, but it just felt natural to talk to dogs casually.

The dog didn't look happy to see him, so it was entirely possible that it would attack him, but he figured that getting attacked by a dog would just be another drop in the bucket. Besides, it wasn't like the dog was being bad or anything. A dog that defended its home was a good companion to have, especially in these times, so he couldn't fault it for being defensive. Those eyes though...

He looked into the dog's eyes and stared for a moment, wondering how a dog could end up with violet eyes. The only other animal he'd seen with them had been that snake that Cora had. Maybe it was just a weird side-effect of the virus going around. Though he quickly looked away from the eyes, not wanting the dog to think he was trying to be aggressive.

 

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He toke note of how she seemed to be cravings sweets. Later he would have Francisco or Jonathon bring down some fruit with her lunch and dinner.

"Well, you can have as much food as you feel comfortable eating."

Her delicate little hands drew his attention to her stomach and swelling breasts. She was such a small, fragile, little thing, much smaller than Cora. However, she had that similar mocha skin tone. Sooner or later he would get what he wanted from Quinton, but until then, it would be interesting to see the differences between his two little lambs skins as they lay pressed together before him.

"I have a cream for your stomach. You will rub it into your skin after each meal."

Reaching into the same pocket that had held the necklace, he pulled out a small black vile, similar to the one that they had put the healing goo in. He twisted the lid open, seemingly just to show her the white, lotion like substance inside, before he replaced the lid and handed her the jar.
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Quint's chest shook a little with laughter as Sabastian claimed he would have flagged them the bird, but he didn't loosen his gripping hug. At least, not until Francisco walked over with the keys to the cuffs.

Sabastian probably couldn't see it, but the two men shared a look before Quint let him go and let his own appendages hang down behind his back. Soon after, Francis uncuffed him and then uncuffed the brace around his torso, taking both the pieces of metal away and sitting them down on the floor.

"I'll have to put those back on before we head back, but I can give you a break. Quint, do you want to?..."

The blue eyed zombie nodded and then looked at Sabastian.

"You know how we have that weird glue stuff? Mine has some kind of antiseptic or healing abilities. If you want, you can use it on that chafing-it looks painful as hell."

Pulling one of his appendages forward, he held his own hand out and let some of the goop ooze out into it, and then he offered it to Sabastian. It was a little weird, sure, but it worked and they would likely be putting it on him at some point anyway.

He didn't continue the conversation on morality-knowing that soon enough Francis would have to get him up on his feet again and then have something to report to Ray. Best to just move along while they still had time to talk.
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"I'd give you a treat, but your mom might kick my ass and I've had enough shittiness for one day."

The dog stopped it's growling almost immediately, and then it lifted it's big head and simply stared at him for a long moment. It's whole demeanor seemed to relax after that strange stare off, and then, it walked over to the man.

The dog, which was now easy to see was a male, sniffed his hand for the briefest of seconds before simply laying down in front of Maverick and laying it's huge head directly in his lap. It then let's out a prolonged whine, it's whole body seeming to convey sadness.

"Cody!" Lizz called from across the house, perhaps having come in through a different door.

"Cody Cody, Cody boy! Where are you?"

The dogs little nub of a tail, having been cut off long ago, seemed to go crazy as it wagged what was left, but the dog didn't bother to get up or lift it's head from the Maverick's lap.

 

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"I have a cream for your stomach. You will rub it into your skin after each meal."

Sayori's eyes went to the little jar and its creamy contents. Most likely it was a mix of Quint's goop, vitamin E oil, and a moisturizer, all of it to ensure that she didn't develop stretch-marks on her body. She had been hoping that this fact would slip his mind since stretch marks might make her less attractive to him and therefore would ward him away better, but it seemed he already had that thought-out. Thanks to Quint's goop, she didn't have scars from their tests other than her finger, and her whip-marks on her back were merely ghostly white gashes on her smooth skin.

She nodded and reached out, taking the little bottle and pursing her lips for a moment before putting it in her own pocket. Of course she didn't want to use it, but she had little choice in the matter. He might know of her reluctance and would therefore keep a closer eye on whether she was compliant or not.

It was quiet again, the man simply seeming to think to himself as his eyes roamed her face and skin at times. God, did he simply come here to hover over here and make her uncomfortable? Did he enjoy seeing her squirm with nervousness before him? Grabbing the bread, she ate a couple bites as the silence built once more like an Indiana Jones traproom that was slowly threatening to crush her. After another few moments she once again was at her limit, saying the first thing that popped into her head.

"So... um... I've been meaning to ask. When I'm done hosting these eggs, will I be moved back to the room down the elevator? I-I think the room is lovely and I like it, but it is... a little lonely with no one else there." She froze, wondering if that had sounded like she was ungrateful. Her eyes cast themselves down to the floor, hoping he was feeling benevolent today.

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"Fuck..." Sabastian sighed, happy to have the brace off and handcuffs off. He hadn't expected Francisco to let him loose in that room, but god did it feel good. The blonde reached up and rubbed his wrists, his pale skin red and angry where the cuffs had been. "Thank you," he said, nodding at the officer before looking back at Quint. He still didn't feel 100 percent himself yet, but he felt as though having Quint hold him while he cried had been enough to get him through for a while.

"Huh, weird. My goop doesn't do that at all, it just... seals things I think. I've only used it once when Cora got bit, but the bite mark on her forearm healed like it normally would." Reaching forward, he didn't hesitate to take Quint's goop from his hand and then lift up his shirt, spreading the goop over his angry skin. He sighed, the goop feeling so nice, almost as though it was actually easing some of the pain as well.

He couldn't reach all of his back with his regular hands, so he let one appendage come out and scoop up some gel before applying it. "Oh yeah... my goop doesn't feel like that at all. Shit. That's potent stuff."

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Maverick was surprised to see the dog so easily convinced that he was a friend, having expected the dog to growl all the way up to sniffing his hand. Even then, it would have been normal for the dog to withdraw and continue to growl. As it was, he certainly wasn't complaining as he watched the dog's posture change as he came over to lay down. The dog's head felt warm on his leg and he found the gentle pressure of his head more comforting than he expected.

He hadn't had a dog for a while, his own lab having passed away a couple years back and his new apartment not allowing any animals. This dog seemed well-behaved, though he wondered if it was really okay for him to be giving up his guard so quickly for a stranger.

The whine he heard from the dog made his heart hurt slightly. He knew dogs felt loss similarly to humans so he could have lost a friend of Damaris's, but it could also be that he was really missing her. He wasn't the dog-whisperer, so he supposed he might never know. Regardless, he reached out and pet the dog's head slowly and gently. "It's a fucked up world right now, huh?" Maverick mused quietly.

"Cody Cody, Cody boy! Where are you?"

When he heard Lizz's voice, he looked up and around, wondering where and when she had come in. Though the movement of the dog's tail caught his eye and he couldn't help but grin slightly. The dog seemed super excited to hear Lizz, probably having known her for a long time. God, that butt-wiggle was so fucking wholesome and cute, it could probably melt the iciest of hearts. He was a bit puzzled as to why the dog didn't bound off though, as dogs usually did.

"Cody, huh? Why aren't you going to Lizz? You don't have to babysit me you know. I'm not going anywhere today." He sighed, his hand lingering on Cody's short-haired fur before resting in his own lap.

 

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His eyes roamed her lips for a few seconds as she spoke, and then they looked down further, to that beautiful necklace. He was a patient man but it would be a while longer before his little Cora returned home, and he found himself craving a little more than those featherlight touches that he had been satisfying himself with thus far. He wanted to feel her squirm in his arms, to feel the fear tremble through her little body as she was forced to endure his caresses.

"Yes, when you are done hosting the eggs you will be able to return to your room. Cora will be joining you soon enough, but if you are feeling mentally unwell, then I shall send Francisco and Jonathon down between their duties."

He saw the slight fear in her eyes as he mentioned Jonathon, and it made him smile.

"Do not worry, Jonathan has manners. He was simply amused by Sabastian's insubordination."

He seemed to muse for a moment more, watching her as she finished eating. Once she had seemed to have had her fill, he lifted his hand, palm up.

"Come here Sayori" he said softly, though the look in his eyes was anything but.
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Quint furrowed his brows a bit when he mentioned Cora's bite, but Francisco couldn't help but smile a bit, going over to sit on the bed.

"Wipe that grin off your face asshole, that was a dangerous move and you know it."

Quint was mad. No, more than just mad, there was some real furry in his voice as he glared Francis down. However, the older man didn't seem to even bat an eye at his anger.

"Hey, you know he was getting impatient. If I hadn't thrown him off her trail, he would have brought her in that night. He wanted to grab her at the base, and I lost one of my best men tipping him off to what was down below, so save your back talk."

Quint looked away, but his anger was still at a slow simmer, just barely contained under the surface. He didn't like that his sister had been put in danger, that her life had been put at risk. While he was sure that Cora would have rather died than be back in his clutches again, at least he knew that when Kuznet had his eyes on her, she was safe.

His jeweled eyes looked back to Sabastian after a few seconds, simply nodding at the potency of his weird goop. He found it a bit odd as well that his was somehow different, but he wasn't really in the mood for a science talk.

"So, now that the hard conversation is out of the way, we need to figure out what we're going to tell Ray."

He looked back over at Fran then.

"He's going to want a report, I know, but I don't want him to know that we can see pictures through the link. He'll figure out some way to use us on the field if he finds that out."
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Almost as if the dog could understand his words, it opened it's strange purple eyes and looked up at him for a moment, meeting his gaze, and then it got up and slowly walked into the kitchen area. Not a few seconds later, Lizz could be heard letting out an excited squeal, and then the sound of her small frame being knocked over onto the floor echoed throughout the house, along with her laughter.

"There's tha Cody boy! Oh I missed you-holy shit! What's wrong with your eyes?!"

 

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"Do not worry, Jonathan has manners. He was simply amused by Sabastian's insubordination."

He was right- she was afraid of the other officer she now knew as Jonathon. The way he had looked at her made her uneasy, and she had enough to deal with when Niles stalked the halls and Kuznet forced her to spend time with him. To be fair though, Francisco had been very harsh with her at first though, so perhaps Jonathan was similar in a way. At the very least, being starved for companionship, she would give this new officer a chance. If she didn't like him, she could always beg Kuznet not to let him come down for visits.

"Alright... I would like that. The warmth of a smile is not as comforting as the sun, but it keeps the cold away." Sayori said softly before finishing the rest of her bread. She hoped he left the bread with her for later, the woman getting the feeling that she could finish it all by the end of the day. Perhaps that was just her cravings talking, but still.

When he bade her to come to him, she wiped her hands on a napkin before standing up and moving to where he sat on the bed. She reached out and placed her hand upon his as she knew he wanted, fully expecting him to lift her up onto his lap as he had done before. He probably wanted to caress her again, those light touches of his seeming to savor the softness of her clothes and the smoothness of her skin. The woman looked at their hands together, such a difference in size and texture. While his hand was rough and large, her own was small, delicate, and soft.

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Sabastian had no idea what they were talking about, and he got the feeling that he really didn't have time to ask for clarification. That being said, he could feel the anger in Quint, roiling through him like molten lava. He had to fight a frown from coming to his own face as he was privy to the other man's displeasure with whatever Francisco had done to keep them safe that night.

He thought about what they might be able to tell him. It had to be something somewhat useful or interesting or he might not allow them to meet again. They couldn't talk about the pictures of course, nor could they tell him about the dreams. Telling Kuznet about sharing pain might not be in their best interest if he didn't already know about it from the cameras watching Sabastian. When they hugged, it wasn't like anything of note had happened just due to physical contact.

Sighing and leaning back in his cushion, three more of his purple appendages came out and draped themselves over the sides. If he was going to be free for a moment, he would make the most of it.

"You could collect a sample of my own goop and tell him that Quint is special in that he can heal with his... It'll be tough to work with mine though since it basically kind of hardens almost after it comes out. It makes you wonder whether there are differences in zombies' abilities. I don't know why there would be, but maybe there are. I don't know what mine would be, but I know Robert seemed to be able to keep tabs on me mentally without much effort when we were in the prison." Sabastian looked over at his cuff, not super happy about having it be put back on.

Reaching out with one of his appendages, he excreted some of his own goop on the wall, waited for a moment, then tried to peel it off. It was fused to the wall at that point and he was unsuccessful. If it was put in a tube, he assumed they wouldn't even be able to get it out of there without breaking that bottle.

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Huh. Maverick watched the dog seem to think about it for a moment before going to Lizz. It was weird, it was almost as if the dog had actually understood what he said. He knew dogs had a limited understanding of the language of their owners, but that was usually tied to specific words. Shrugging that thought off, he got up and smiled to himself when he heard Lizz get knocked over.

The man wandered into the kitchen to find the two of them on the floor, that little nub of a tail making the dog's whole butt continue to wiggle. "You told me you were only into women and yet I find you in the kitchen of all places with a handsome guy on top of you. I feel lied to." He crossed his arms over his chest with the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. It was nice to see Lizz happy after the shit they went through today.

"Also, his eyes are pretty odd, aren't they? Cora's snake was the same way, so maybe it's just a mutation or something brought on by the virus." He looked at the dogs eyes again, thinking to himself that they really popped in contrast to Cody's black fur.

 

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He watched her eyes rather than where she was looking, knowing full well the difference in size. It was what he enjoyed-that she was so much smaller than himself. So much easier to break.

He pulled her forward gently, between his legs, and the hand that she had placed in his palm was then placed on his chest. He let his own hands go down to the sides of her legs, and watched her eyes as his fingers slowly travelled up her warm body, easily slipping underneath the sweatshirt until he could feel her smooth flesh and slightly bulging belly. He leaned forward then, his lips seeking out the most tender part of her neck to kiss her softly.

"I simply can not wait until my little Cora returns," he whispered near her ear.

"I have so many fun things planned. I'll have to remind her how to behave, of course, but she can be so very obedient when someone else is taking her punishment."

As he spoke, his fingers splayed out and moved up her chest, slowly cupping her smaller breasts and kneading them softly.
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Francis watched him with mild interest, although most of this they already knew. They knew Quint's gel or goop, whatever they wanted to call it, was different simply because the other half turned women they had had also did not display those healing properties.

"He won't be interested in the physical aspects," he said, leaning forward on the bed slightly.

"He's going to want to know about your mental capabilities. Especially after what you did while you were rampaging through those redwoods."

That got Quint's attention, and he looked over at the older man.

"What did he do?"

"He came up on a fully turned zombie and melted it's brain. That autopsy report? Yea, Jonathon cut it's skull open and it's brains spilled out like soup."
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Lizzy laughed a little at his comment, but then shook her head.

"Gross Maverick. That's just wrong."

She took the big dogs head between her small hands as she sat up a bit, looking into his eyes a bit more.

"Maybe...can that happen? I didn't think about the snake before, I thought it was just a cool morph."

The door slammed shut in the living room, and Damaris stepped into the kitchen with another bucket. She sat it down on the ground, and immediately Cody went over and started to eat whatever was in there.

"He did change" she said gruffly, making her way over to her sink to briefly rinse her hands and grab a different tool-a large knife.

"And so did Daisy..."

Lizz looked up, first at Damaris, then to Maverick, then back to Damaris.

"Demmy, what happened? Where is she?"

"Travis caught her and burnt her."

The women shut the sink off, wiping her hands on a towel as she stared out her window. Cody seemed to lose his appetite, and with a little huff, he walked away from his meal, having not even finished it. Damaris watched as he walked out of the kitchen and through the side door leading outside.

"What...what do you mean he burnt her? Like for food?"

She got up off the ground, a horrified look coming over her face as she walked over to Damaris.

"Why the fuck would he do that when he knows how to hunt? He's never had trouble hunting!"

"No. The dog changed-whatever is changing people, she changed as well, and Travis found out. He threw a piece of burning wood on her and she lit up like a fucking bonfire."

From somewhere out in the yard, Cody started to howl.

 

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She had expected to be pulled forward, but she hadn't expected for him to simply place her hand on his chest and release it. The man's broad chest was well-muscled, the sort of chest that a lot of women swooned over in movies. Sayori herself had found him attractive when they first met, when she thought he had a soul under all that muscle. Now, all she wanted to do was withdraw her hand and back away from the man who to her was the embodiment of danger and suffering.

Sayori was uncomfortable, but wasn't particularly alarmed until both his hands slipped under her shirt and he leaned forward. The small woman's body froze, a little distressed noise escaping her lips as his own pressed so gently against her neck. It felt like he could bite her at any moment, digging his teeth into her skin as a punishment for any perceived wrongdoings. His hands didn't escape her notice, those course hands moving up over her belly and pausing for a moment.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her as she prayed that he simply stopped there and let her go.

"I have so many fun things planned... she can be so very obedient when someone else is taking her punishment."

"She sounds... very special." That was the only response she could come up with, her voice barely audible.

Her body trembled, knowing what he meant. If Cora defied him, he had Sayori to take her punishments. The sort of pain she had been through before just to send a message... She could only imagine what he might do to her if Cora made him truly angry. These "fun things" he mentioned didn't sound very fun if he considered them as such. It was more likely that he was going to force them to do sick things for him, to satisfy his lust for inflicting pain. She knew that while he might be excited, she was certainly not looking forward to Cora's return at this point.

She felt those hands move upwards and cup her breasts, those rough palms rubbing against her nipples. They were more sensitive than normal, perhaps because of the pregnancy, so his movements sent small tingles down her body. Her hand shook as it rested against him, Sayori hoping beyond hope that he would be satisfied with a simple caress today.

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"He came up on a fully turned zombie and melted it's brain. That autopsy report? Yea, Jonathon cut it's skull open and it's brains spilled out like soup."

Sabastian's jaw actually dropped open in a look of pure horror. Had he done that? "I-I don't remember that... I don't remember anything." He looked away from them, eyes wide as he tried to remember something, anything about when he was in the woods. Unfortunately, it was like his brain hadn't thought to store memories of the event, simply living moment by moment in a chaotic state.

"It couldn't have been me... I don't know how to do something like that!" He seemed to be trying to convince himself more than them, the little man feeling extremely unsettled by the implications of being able to explode a zombie's brain.

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Looking in the direction Cody went, Maverick couldn't help but feel comradery with the dog. So that was why he had been so sad earlier- he had lost his mate in one of the most horrific ways. That had to be difficult, especially if the dog couldn't understand why this had happened in the first place. He supposed it didn't really matter why though. There hadn't truly been a reason why Tiffany had been so suddenly plucked from his life. She got scared and ran, resulting in being bit. It wasn't anyone's fault, it was just cruel.

"Who the fuck is Travis?" Maverick said with a frown. Whoever it was, he sounded like a shitty person. Who the fuck lit a dog on fire simply for having different colored eyes? Sure he could have been afraid that he was infected, but if she was anything like Cody then he had to have known that she was in her right mind. People that were so prone to give in to panicked fear sickened him, that kind of chicken-shit thinking leading to mobs and things of that nature which were never good news.

 

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"She is..." his hot breath blew against her skin as he brought one hand back down her torso, gently gliding over her stomach, and then pushing inside the lining of her soft pants until he was cupping her mound.

"...very special."

His tongue came out to lick her skin lewdly, and one large finger dipped between her soft petals, wasting no time delving into her moist heat. The very feel of that temperature difference caused him to let out a heavy breath and bite her skin softly, his other hand now squeezing with just a bit more pressure.

"My my," he said, releasing her skin from his teeth.

"You have quite the juicy little pussy, don't you?"

He didn't seem to be expecting an answer, as soon after he asked his almost derogatory question, he released her swollen breast from his grip and moved his hand to the back of her head. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he gripped it with ease and then moved to claim her small mouth, his tongue slipping inside her easily as he sought to dominate her in a new way.

The hand on his chest had not gone unnoticed, and her trembling little fingers only spurred him on, his own hand now stuffing that single, thick digit, as deeply as he could go. She was so small, and tight. It would be a true miracle if she could take him without crying, and he absolutely looked forward to hearing her small pleas for mercy.

Today, he would go easy on her. He had no intention of leaving that cell without feeling the warm sleeve of her quaking pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, but he didn't want to jeopardize the safety of the eggs growing inside her. Later, when she was no longer hosting them, then he would be able to take her as he so desired.
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Quint also looked a bit fearful, his eyes widening a bit as he looked back at Sabastian. He had wondered what had happened, and though he had his doubts about losing his own sanity, being able to literally melt another zombies brain sent a bit of healthy fear through him. What if he did that one day? He supposed it wasn't a bad thing if he did it to a fully turned zombie, but what if he end up hurting Sabastian?

Francis watched and was silent for a moment, but then he cleared his throat and folded his hands together.

"Whether you remember or not, you did do that, and now Kuznet is very interested in testing you and seeing if you can do it again. So..."

He looked around the room a bit, then his eyes came back to Quint.

"Maybe we can tell him that you two are practicing something along those lines. Maybe controlling the other zombies? Either way would be good for us. He can't hear us or see us down here, so we would be able to learn what you both can really do while still giving him the run around. It would give us the benefit of being able to talk face to face once in a while as well."
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Damaris turned around and leaned against the counter, the knife still in her hands as she stared at Maverick. She wasn't sure yet how long she would allow him to stay, and she certainly didn't want him rubbing his nose in her business. However, it might be safer for him to be aware.

Lizzy crossed her arms, her look of horror turning to one of quiet rage as she stomped out of the kitchen, saying on the way out, "he's a racist, sexist, homophobic piece of shit!"

Not a moment later, the door slammed, and Damaris simply sighed.

"She's not completely wrong. He's our resident trouble maker in town, and he's been stirring up shit since we were kids. We all used to get in fights, and he always had a little gang of thugs to blindly follow him. This whole...change, has caused him to gain quite the following of people from town now. I've barely been able to keep him off my land."

Her eyes flicked over to the shotgun that was hanging up on the wall, remembering as she had tried to pepper his ass after he what he had done to her dog. She had no qualms about killing, especially not such worthless pieces of shit like him, but she hadn't dared to leave her land unattended, and especially not now that her other dog was just as susceptible to the same fate.

If Travis had it his way, she would likely come home to her home burned to the ground and every single one of her animals gutted and left to rot.

 

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Sayori shivered from the way his hand moved down her belly, but she actually let out a tiny gasp when he went further down into her pants and to her pussy. This couldn't be happening, could it? His tongue felt wet and warm on her neck, the woman's legs almost buckling as his finger invited itself inside her. It felt so thick and long, her small pussy almost thinking that it was a cock on its own. Her head was swimming with barely-restrained fear and confusion, the finger starting to move inside her as he nipped at her skin like a lover might.

"My my... You have quite the juicy little pussy, don't you?"

In response to his rhetorical question, she shook her head but couldn't utter a response. He wasn't wrong, but she didn't want him to say that. Damien had said something along those lines once, having teased her for how wet she would become once he got her body aroused, though she wasn't quite fully aroused yet.

Her head pushed back against the hand that crept into her hair as though she wanted to keep her face as far away from him as possible, though his strength kept her in place for his hungry mouth. She couldn't hold back a little whimper of fear as he pressed his lips against hers and slipped into her mouth.

Eyes widening, her legs shook as he started to pump that digit in and out of her, and she knew that if he hadn't been kissing her enthusiastically, they might have heard the wet sounds of his finger stirring her up. She didn't want this, but she could feel her body starting to compensate by producing her own juices, especially since his hand would brush her clit every now and then.

Sayori felt his big tongue slipping over her own and she wished she could pull away. This was evident from the way her other hand went to his chest, both of her hands now putting a trembling pressure on him as if shaking with the desire to push him away. Though there was no strength behind her movements, the woman too terrified to do much of anything.

Her tongue tried to withdraw away from him, but she couldn't escape from him as their tongues engaged in a game of cat and mouse. She was in shock at this point, not having expected for things to take this sort of turn. When Niles had taken her, at least he had been upfront about it so it hadn't come from nowhere. Now, within the course of a minute, she now found him penetrating her with his finger and tongue, lewdly forcing her to accept him.

He was a big man, so it stood to reason that his cock was proportionate. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to fit inside her, of this she was convinced. The man had to know this, didn't he? If he tried to enter her, he would only end up hurting her and possibly the eggs in the process. She supposed he could find another surrogate for more eggs, but he seemed intent on not wasting another week to wait for them.

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"Y-yeah, sure. That sounds fine." Sabastian said quickly. It would be interesting to try to control a zombie, though he wasn't sure how to go about it. If he could master such a thing, it would be certainly be helpful if he ever got out of this god-forsaken shit hole. If he didn't get out... then Kuznet would likely use him for his own purposes.

Since he had now been sworn to secrecy, he couldn't let Vin's torture or death convince him to spill any beans. Kuznet didn't know this though, so he probably assumed he could still manipulate him with the threat of harming Vin. Letting him know that he was impervious to his threats would only raise the General's suspicions, so it was best to give in to any other command the general gave him. That way if he ever suspected that Sabastian was hiding something about their little coupe, Sabastian's answer would be believable since he had done anything else to save the man.

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Maverick's eyes followed Lizz even as he stayed in the kitchen, his mouth set in a hard line. So this wasn't the result of some random guy shitting his pants over a purple-eyed dog, it was more personal than that.

"He sounds like a shitlord," he said, irritation evident in his voice. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a bully. Bullies were the lowest of the low, cowards who hid behind numbers and their own self-loathing so they could bring misery to others. The only reason he hadn't been bullied was because he hadn't chosen to pursue any of his male crushes when he was in school, deciding that putting on a straight-front was safer.

He had been a buff guy for a long time so it was unlikely that anyone would physically challenge him, but there were other ways for snakes like that to get what they wanted in a more indirect way. Playing the victim, sabotage, dirty tricks; all of those things weren't below guys like that.

Damaris didn't look particularly concerned when he looked at her, the woman's face extremely difficult to read, but he imagined that she was probably afraid for her animals and her home, the tides turning in the asshole's favor.

"It also sounds like he personally doesn't like you. Are you sure you want to stay near a town with a guy like that? No offense, but living alone sounds like a dangerous thing right now for you, even if you have Lizz here with you." He looked into those strong brown eyes of hers, wondering why she was so intent on staying.

 

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He gave her scalp a little squeeze, just to hear her whine, and then he let her go as he moved his face back to watch her.

His hand on her soft mound was not gentle, fucking her as he saw fit and occasionally stirring her up with a bit more force than was necessary. There was a new hunger in his eyes now, a dark craving as his hand moves down to cup her ass and squeeze it with need.

"Take my belt off Sayori."

His piercing glacial eyes continued to stare her down, although for the moment at least, he didn't seem intent on rushing her. Much as before, he wanted her dancing on the line of panic without falling so fully over that she became completely useless. She was much too submissive for him to get that kind of pleasure from her; watching her little mind shatter would not be nearly as satisfying.

He was just about to bend down and claim her mouth once again, when he heard his radio click, and Francisco's voice come over. His hand did not pause in it's thrusting, but he gave her a bit of a hard look.

"Do not make a sound Sayori, or I will not give you time to adjust to me."
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"Good. Then it's settled."

Francis stood and pulled his radio out, looking down at Quint, who was simply staring at Sabastian with sadness in his eyes. Not only did he not want to send him back up there, he didn't want to see him have to be restrained again and then left alone to sit with that fear. Sure, Sayori might be in the cell with him, but she didn't truly know what was going on.

"I'm just about done here Ray."

*Click*

"Why don't you play a round of cards? I have a few things I would like to discuss with the little lamb."

Francis looked away from the two of them, knowing full well what Kuznet was really doing. Though his face didn't change, he managed to put on that cheerful, overly happy tone to his voice before he answered.

"Round of cards it is! Hey, does this mean I can get Jonathon to fill out my report for me later?"

Francis waited, but he received no answer, so he put the radio away.

Quint, who was doing everything he could not to think about Sayori in that moment, got up and dragged his chains across the floor to the sink. After a long drink, he wiped his mouth with a shaky hand and then looked over at Sabastian. He wanted to talk about something, but thinking about his sister would only make him just as angry.

"So...knocked over a redwood tree, huh?"
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"It also sounds like he personally doesn't like you."

She scoffed and shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"That piece of trash doesn't like anyone or anything. Well," she cocked a brow, staring at the door.

"Unless it's a fine women willing to sleep with him."

At the mention of possibly leaving her home, her face darkened considerably and she slowly turned to look at him, all but glaring at him.

"I will not be run off of my land."

She stood then, turning away from him and walking towards the door.

"I have to finish drying that meat before it attracts flies and predators. Make yourself useful or hit the road."

 

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The unexpected little squeeze indeed made her whine into his mouth, the woman panting once he drew back from her lips. All she could do was try to continue to stand; her legs felt weak from the way he roughly finger-fucked her, and unlike before with Niles, she didn't have a hook to hold her up off the ground. The more his digit plunged into her depths, the wetter she became, her fluids soon making her thighs slick as well. She didn't want to feel anything from this, but she could feel her body slowly succumbing to his rhythm.

Her hands slowly drifted down his chest and to the edge of his pants, finding his belt and undoing it as he had ordered. Maybe he just wanted her to suck him off, that would be the most ideal situation. She didn't think she could fit his cock in her mouth, but she could make it feel good for him with her hands and tongue. She soon heard a click and then Francisco's voice on the radio though, letting Kuznet know that he was ready to come back.

Her head snapped up toward Kuznet, not wanting Francisco or Sabastian to see her like this.

"Do not make a sound Sayori, or I will not give you time to adjust to me."

That sentence confirmed that he truly intended to fuck her in that cell, on her birthday of all days. It sent a new wave of fear through her and she couldn't stop trembling at that point. Although, her body was also trembling due to the building tension gathering in her pussy from his efforts. Her eyes went to the radio he held in his hand; though she was afraid, she was the smallest bit relieved as he told Francisco to wait. Besides, she had no reason to call out to the officer. He may have been kind to her, but she knew that Kuznet ultimately held his leash, so there was nothing he could do to help her even if the officer cared about her plight.

She was able to keep quiet while Kuznet answered the man, but it very quickly became difficult. Just as Francisco's voice was heard yet again, she felt the building tension reach its peak, her body shuddering and spilling its juice on his hand as she came for him. Her legs gave out beneath her, causing her to lean forward and wrap her arms around his firm chest to keep herself standing. It took everything in her to stay quiet, the lady biting down on the collar of his shirt to keep from disobeying him, her body squirming on top of his now-dripping hand.

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Sabastian narrowed his eyes at Francisco when he looked away from them. It was a bit suspect, but he didn't quite know what to think of it yet. It made him wonder whether Kuznet was doing something to Sayori in her cell. God, he hoped he didn't hurt her. He could feel the tension from Quint as well, though he couldn't quite get a good read on what the other man was thinking. Their eyes met, and he could feel the barely-contained anger bubbling on the inside, so when Quint tried to redirect their attention, he gladly jumped on it since he didn't want to think about what might be happening up the elevator to his cellmate.

"Oh yeah. Not just knocked it over. If I have all my arms out, I'm actually able to rip them up by their roots and throw them like javelins. I haven't really tested my strength too much, but I know that when I'm not drugged up, chains feel almost like tissue paper. You could probably do that kind of stuff too, right?" His mis-matched eyes looked up at Quint, wondering if he had gotten a chance to test his strength, though it was possible that Kuznet hadn't allowed him to for obvious reasons.

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"I will not be run off of my land."

He frowned, wondering why she was offended at the very suggestion. It seemed pretty stubborn to cling to land when there were more important things at stake. Maverick walked forward a step or two and spoke up as she turned to leave, ignoring her instructions about finding something to do.

"Come on, I understand that this is your land and all, but the land won't matter if they come and fuck it all up for you. People like that don't just let shit go, especially if they get their hands on a bit of power. You're putting yourself and your animals in danger by staying. A woman like you saying no to him probably drives him batshit, so it wouldn't surprise me if he came here to force you one day." He cocked his head at her and waited for a response, wondering if she would listen to reason. It wasn't like he was necessarily trying to convince her to leave, but she had to weigh all of her options if she wanted to protect herself and the people she loved.

 

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As soon as he sat his radio aside, he turned his full attention to the little women. His hand came back up to caress her head, gripping her hair in a much gentler manner than he ever had before, and his fingers stilled within her, simply putting a delicious pressure on her clit as she writhed on top of him. She couldn't see it, as she was much too busy burying her face in his shirt, but Kuznet had that insane grin on his face once more.

He had certainly expected her to be obedient, but my my, he had not expected her to come so quickly and with such intensity. Infact, he had thought that he surely would have had to tease and torture the little thing, possibly even drugging her to enhance her bodies every sense and touch.

"What a good, obedient, little girl Sayori" he whispered, giving her small cheek a soft kiss.

He waited until she stopped her squirming, and then he slowly withdrew his hand, wiping the extra moisture from her tight little cunt onto her thighs. Once his hand was free, and while he was still softly kneading her scalp, he reached down and undid his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, and then finally freeing his engorged cock.

His hand in her hair moved to the back of her neck, and with gentle pressure, he moved her back slightly to let her see the way her little body had excited him. Those cold blue eyes stared down at her, excited to see the fear in her eyes when she realized just how big he actually was.
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Quint's eyes went wide, though he wasn't afraid. He merely seemed to be extremely shocked.

"No..." he shook his head slowly.

"The most I could pick up, with all my appendages out, was two trucks. Which is what, Fran? About four tons?"

Francis shook his head in agreement.

"Yea, just about eight thousand pounds. I bet if you really wanted to, Sabastian, you could easily lift a tank. Not that he would let you, but...definitely something to keep in mind."
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He had quite the mouth on him. She had thought she had been clear before, but apparently he didn't seem to quite take the hint.

Very slowly, and with the knife still in her hand, she turns around.

"I am well aware of what 'people like that' are capable of."

The hand holding the knife comes up and she points it in the air, seemingly just to emphasize her point, although it was awfully close to his chest now that he had stepped closer to her.

"As far as danger, I would like to see him fucking try. A couple shotguns shells in the ass should send him running with his tail between his legs and leaving a trail of piss in the dust. But if you," she said, bringing the point of the knife up closer to his chin.

"Are scared, then by all means-get the fuck out of my house."

She swung the knife then, away from his flesh and to point it at the door. If she hadn't made herself clear enough that time, then Maverick was going to be in for one wild ride over the next few days. If he didn't want to leave now, he would be running by the time she was done with him.

 

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No wonder Niles had called her a little whore- maybe she was. How had she cum for him when his finger was mercilessly pumping inside her? Did she like being touched against her will? No, that couldn't be true, she would give anything to keep him and Niles away from her and she most certainly didn't like their caresses. What then? She knew her previous boyfriends had always said she was very sensitive, but she thought they were just saying that to tease her.

Her body shuddered as he withdrew his hand from her, still a bit sensitive from her climax. The way he complimented her didn't make her feel any better, the woman's eyes fogging up when he kissed her cheek and caressed her neck. She heard the zipper of his pants and closed her eyes, pressing her face into his shirt until she felt his hand pull her back gently but firmly and direct her gaze downward.

Sayori's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw just how large his cock was. It was gargantuan, the largest cock she had seen in her life. Panic bubbled up within her and she shook her head hard with a horrified expression. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to find a way to make any other noise than a frightened squeak. There was no way. She would die if he tried. It took her a moment, but she eventually wrenched her eyes away from it and looked up at him, those glossy doe eyes of hers beseeching him with unabashed terror.

"General... Please... please don't... I... You'll break me..." She swallowed hard. He had been a field medic, so he had years of medical knowledge. He absolutely had to know that this wasn't going to work.

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He seemed surprised by Quint's response as well, wondering if maybe that was his own peculiarity. Healing and strength... It seemed odd that there were specialties of certain zombies, but he wasn't going to question that in this crazy new world.

"Weird. I hope to God he's taken down soon, but if he isn't, then who knows. He might actually need my strength at some point. The fully-turned zombies are just a little stronger than I am, so if one wandered into town, it would be bad news for him. I don't know what the extend of their powers are though, but I do know they're dicks in general." The blonde ran his fingers through his hair, thinking about Margaret and how she was just barely able to hold him down.

Sabastian didn't really want to think about her right now so he shook his head and looked up at them, shrugging. "Sooo... I'm assuming that "officer Niles" Sayori told me about and the weird one with the camera aren't on your side either, right?"

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Maverick held his ground, even as she growled and gestured her knife at him. He wasn't going to be intimidated out of speaking his mind just because she didn't like what he had to say. This was her house, but he wasn't going to baby her. She seemed smart and tough, albeit very stubborn, so he didn't understand why she wasn't seeing the whole picture. It irritated him that she was getting so defensive when he was only trying to help.

"You really think a shotgun, a highly flammable dog, and a can-do attitude is going to save you if he whips up a mob? Sure, that makes perfect sense. Maybe you're too scared to leave what's so familiar to you, but whatever, think what you want." He glared at her and threw his hands up before walking toward the door. "I'll leave tomorrow then." With that, he stomped out of the house and slammed the door, heading for the truck. He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing, but at least he had a heading while his frustration and anger bounced around his head.

She was aggravating, that woman. Even if he wasn't a slimeball, he could see how a normal person would want to march down here and knock some sense into her.

 

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His hand moved from the back of her neck to caress her face, and his thumb lingered on her lips as he hushed her softly.

"Shh, Sayori. How do you think those eggs are going to come out of you, hmm? Now, be a good girl and turn around, otherwise I may lose my patience. And you don't want that, do you?"
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Despite how briefly his thoughts had lingered, Quint couldn't help but feel a little shiver go down his spine as he thought her name. The 'dreams' were still somewhat fresh, and he had felt everything that Sabastian had felt.

Looking over at Fran, who had chose to sit back down on the bed, he made his way over to him and then sat down right in front of him. He leaned his back against the man's legs, not seeming to really think anything of it. He then furrowed his brows a bit at the mention of Niles, a disgusted feeling bordering on the level of hatred he shared for the General rolling through him.

"No, they definitely aren't. I've been trying to get Jonathon to come down and play poker so I can get more familiar with his smell, but I've been a 'disobedient' child, so Ray doesn't feel like giving me any free time right now. Maybe if I act like a good little boy and play nice with you, he'll let me come back up to the cells."

Even as he thought about it though, reaching up to scratch at a scab in his scalp, he wasn't really sure if he wanted to leave now. Those animals were so scared-the least he could do was comfort them until Kuznet decided they were useless to him.
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She made no move to stop him as he left, seemingly satisfied that she had pushed him away. His words didn't get to her so much as the fact that he had been unwilling to back down. Despite barely knowing her, he showed some real concern, and that had bothered her. Damaris hated it when people cared about her, even just casually.

Outside, Lizzy was sitting on the front porch swing with Cody draped over her lap. She had moved the truck much closer to the front porch-her intention being to unpack, but she had quickly abandoned the idea.

She sat swinging just slightly with fresh tears staining her cheeks. When Maverick came out, she didn't seem too surprised, likely already knowing that Damaris was going to make him mad.

Lizzy was very quiet for a moment, and then she looked up at him.

"Why is everything so fucked up?"

 

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Her face fell slightly, hearing his answer. She didn't know why she had hoped for anything different, but it still cemented her fate and made her heart beat quicker. Those eggs weren't his cock, and her body wasn't ready for that yet.

She was being directed to turn around in front of him, and she knew she didn't have much of a choice. Even if she were to fight him, he was so much bigger and stronger than she was, and there was no where for her to run. Sayori swallowed hard once more, her eyes tearing up before she turned away from him, exposing her back to him. She was still dressed, even though her pants likely were damp around the crotch area. The woman wondered if he was simply going to have her bend over slightly and fuck her while standing. If that was the case, he would have to hold on to her tightly or she was certainly going to fall.

Her legs trembled as she stood there, knowing his eyes were watching.

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Sabastian's eyes appraised Quint and Francisco as they sat together. They looked like a father and his son, their familiarity unmistakable. It seemed like Quint enjoyed the comfort of the man's physical contact, even such a simple thing as leaning on his legs seeming to soothe him.

"Jonathan is the creepy fuck, right? I pretty much know his smell by now. He didn't seem super happy about it either when I mentioned it, though it was kinda hard to tell since he basically ignored my questions." Sabastian paused and remembered the way Jonathan had simply given him that hard-to-read look before ignoring him. Shit, he hated being ignored. "Anyway. I noticed him when we were in the forest on one of the hotter days. He must have been sweating because I got a whiff of him on the breeze. Ever since then, I kept smelling him and wondering what the fuck that smell was. Maybe that's why I can pick it up now since I was so focused on knowing what it was."

He picked up a feeling of pity and guilt from Quint, directed at the animals outside. Hesitating for a moment, he said, "why does he have so many half-turned ones and no fully turned ones? I would have thought the fully turned ones would interest him more since they're basically sentient now. Bowie was actually able to understand what we said to him." The man sighed, smiling as he remembered the little snake and the way he would bob his head almost in laughter.

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Maverick paused, hearing Lizz's forlorn question. Upon looking at her tear-stained face and the sad dog on her lap, his anger melted away and he let out a sigh. His shoulders drooped slightly and he turned to walk back up onto the porch. He sat on the other side of her, his body pressed slightly against her own as he leaned back and looked up at the sky.

"Everything has always been fucked up. It's just a different shade of fucked up now." He wasn't sure if it was the right move considering that they barely knew each other, but he reached around her and pulled her into a snug hug, his posture inviting her to lay her head down on his shoulder or chest. The man had done the same for Tiffany countless times, the woman always upset or crying for one reason or another.

A bitter smile came to his face as he thought of her. She was a fucked up person, but weren't they all in one way or another? Still, he hated the way things had turned out and how powerless he had been to help her.

 

[Drobabes]

His hands went to her hips, kneading her with a bit of force through her sweater, and then he reached down and yanked her pants down with a sudden harsh speed. After they were down, he waisted no time. He pulled her back against him and lined her small entrance up with his throbbing member, and then he began to pull her down into a sitting position, letting the weight of her own body impale herself on him.

True to his word, however, he expressed a certain amount of patience and held her weight up slightly so that she did not immediately fall onto him, his hands gripping her hips with an almost bruising pace. The feeling of her hot sex was exquisite, and he thought to himself that he would have to create a reason to punish her. For now, though, she had been an exceptionally good little pet and he was eager to see her squirm and cum for him once again.
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"Jonathan is the creepy fuck, right?... He didn't seem super happy about it either when I mentioned it, though it was kinda hard to tell since he basically ignored my questions."

Francis had leaned back to rest his back against the wall and cross his arms, his eyes closing as he seemingly was just enjoying the break he was getting. Upon hearing that, however, he couldn't help but laugh, his chest shaking even as he kept his eyes closed.

Quint smiled, finding it amusing as well, though he was much more interested in the fact that Sabastian had been able to 'catch' him. He wondered, could they share memories of smell? Either way, he was going to plan for if, and when, he got out of here, because even if the odds were stacked against him, he needed to be ready if he did escape.

"Yeah, that's the one. Me and Fran have been trying to catch him for a while now, but he's a sneaky fucker. Still, he's Kuznet's best spy, so if we can get him, than we'll have a huge advantage on the field. We won't have to watch our backs quite so strictly and we'll be able to gather more information."

The smell of fresh blood filled his nose and he frowned. Scratched his head a bit too hard it would seem. By God he hated that smell. He had never liked it before, but he especially hated it now that it was so much stronger.

"why does he have so many half-turned ones and no fully turned ones?"

"He's trying to find a way to cure it or get them to fully turn. That would give him a great advantage whichever way-either he would be able to take the power away from an enemy, or strengthen an ally if he knew how to flip the switch and make someone stronger. As far as not keeping fully turned animals, well, you can't manipulate animals like you can people, and they've shown themselves to be exceedingly strong."

He brought his hand down and wiped the blood off on his leg, seemingly having not realized the name that Sabastian had thrown out. Although when it dawned on him, his eyes suddenly widened and his head shot up to look at him, a sudden excitement crossing over through the link.

"Wait, did you just say Bowie? Cory's Bowie?"

He sat up a bit and leaned forward, a huge grin suddenly spreading across his face.

"Did he change?! Holy shit, yes!" he yelled, doing a little fist pump.

"Ow! Get your bony ass off my shins Quint."

"Woops, sorry Fran. But holy shit that's awesome! What changed about him? Is he stronger? Does he have any weird appendages like we do?"

He gasped suddenly and put both his hands on the floor in front of him.

"Can we share jokes with him like we do through our link?!"
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Lizz let him pull her against his chest, and Cody reached out with a paw and laid it over Maverick's thigh, the both of them seemingly just needing a bit of physical comfort in that moment.

"Well maybe I was just a fool before, but this seems exceedingly worse" she sniffed, reaching up to wipe the tears off of her face. She was quiet for a moment after that, and then she swallowed hard and tried to talk through the tightness in her throat.

"You know, I didn't agree with what she did, but she didn't deserve to die like that..."

 

[Poprockz]

The speed and force with which he yanked down her pants made her jump, the woman now wishing she could pull them back up to cover herself. Not even having underwear on, she was already exposed to him and his cold eyes. Sayori soon felt the gentle pressure of his hands guiding her backward and downward, and not a moment later she felt his mushroom head rubbing against her wet petals to seek her entrance. She whimpered in fear, knowing that there was no stopping him at this point.

It started to push in, the lubrication from her thoroughly wet pussy certainly helping her body accept him, though it was still very difficult. She had never experienced this feeling inside of her, as though she was being stretched to her very limits. The woman panted hard, her breath huffing away as she felt it go deeper. Every time he moved her downward, her sweet voice would whimper, every movement feeling like he was just too big for her small body.

At about the halfway point, she put her hands down behind her onto his thighs, her arms shaking as she tried to help control the pace at which they went. "It can't... go any deeper... please..." Her voice was shaky as she pled, her eyes watering from the pain of being stretched like this.

Were she not pregnant, she knew that she would have seen a bulge in her abdomen from his thickness. As it was, her stomach seemed to protrude a bit more than it had been, "Too big..." She panted raggedly, her small hands gripping his thighs tightly. The woman felt like she had been speared between the legs, her hot sex wrapped around him so tightly she felt like one wrong move would truly break her.

Eventually, she felt her ass meet his legs, utterly shocked that he was now fully sheathed within; she could even feel the slight movement of his veiny cock twitch in anticipation. "Please don't move... I-I can't!" She looked at him over her shoulder, her tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook from the shock of the monster inside her.

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By the way they both seemed to find his description of Jonathan amusing, he assumed they agreed with him about the guy being a creep. "Well, if I can help you guys catch him in any way, let me know. He's definitely on my shitlist for taking pictures of me while I was out cold and for giving me the teatree oil treatment." Sabastian caught the scent of blood in the air, glancing at Quint and confirming that it wasn't anything to be concerned about. Their newfound ability to smell so much better felt like a blessing and a curse, the little blonde really getting an appreciation for what it must be like to be a dog.

"...well, you can't manipulate animals like you can people, and they've shown themselves to be exceedingly strong."

Sabastian nodded, agreeing with that reasoning. Still, it sucked that he had so many animals in there for the sole purpose of testing on them. He hoped to God that someday they would be able to help those animals escape. He looked down at his stomach and lifted his shirt, his skin already much less red. It would be so nice to get a break from the cuff every now an then if Kuznet allowed him to continue to meet Quint.

The surge of excitement hit him before Quint spoke, the little blonde grinning and looking up at him, enjoying the man's enthusiasm.

"Yeah, Cora's snake Bowie. He's been traveling with us this whole time." Sabastian shifted on the cushion so he could get a bit more comfortable and face Quint more directly. His eyes gleamed as he started to fill Quint in on the noodle's wellbeing.

He's definitely strong- he pulled Cora through the lake like a motorboat, it was fucking hilarious. I haven't seen any appendages though. The only physical change I've seen is that his eyes are fully violet. He's not evil though, just smarter. I'm not sure he's the joke-telling type just yet, but I'm sure he'd find your jokes funny. He doesn't really talk or send images yet, but I get surges of emotion from him and he seems to understand what we're saying. He was the one who found me first when I woke up in the forest."

Wracking his brain, he tried to think of any more details Quint might like to know. "He's also very fond of giving and receiving snoot boops."

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Maverick gave the dog a little smile as he glanced over, finding that paw on his thigh to be extremely adorable. Although, when Lizz mentioned Tiff, the smile faded from his face and he looked over to the truck.

"She's gone Lizz. There's no use talking about her now." His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, the man not really wanting to talk about her with Lizz. The woman he now held in his arms would be a memory by tomorrow evening, and she didn't need to shoulder the sadness he carried. Normally at this point he would crack a sexual joke to keep them at arm's length, but he didn't feel like he could make a joke like that right now.

Lizz hadn't truly known Tiff, none of them had. He knew that they all secretly (or not so secretly) disliked her, but he knew her differently. She was a troubled woman, a friend of his family's. He had seen her working a corner one day, and he had all but dragged her away. She hadn't had a place to live, but he brought her to his place. It always felt like she was rebelling, trying to get him to give up on her as though she didn't deserve his help.

The woman would pick fights with him, steal shit, get into trouble, but he always had seen that little flicker behind her eyes when he didn't abandon her. It seemed like she didn't know why he stuck around. He stuck around because he knew that when she laughed truly, it was a beautiful thing. When she applied herself, she was a clever woman, enough so that she would have been able to manage her own salon one day. She was broken and angry on the inside, but he always had felt that she deserved love.

He hadn't realized it, but he had started crying, the man numb to the feeling of the tears on his cheeks. Maverick had indeed loved her. It was a complicated love, one that was more like friends with benefits, but he still had wanted nothing but her happiness.