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Old sketch from a week ago i think- too lazy to finish it but i hope yall enjoy it regardless

Eyooo whaddup comradess, it's ya boi skinny penis! Back with a new iPad and worse than ever!! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Didn't think simply telling you guys I was back was good enough, so i spent like 3-4 days on this as a surprise! Hope ya like it!😉💖

Now two individuals have fallen victim to the density of this man's chest alone, when will it end 😭

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Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: first person POV, no use of y/n, gn pronouns (only used a handful of times), the barest plot, sex potion, pillow humping, dub con* (please see notes below), monster fucking, ribbed for your pleasure ;), knot, breeding kink in the loosest terms, overstimulation and some tears, excessive amounts of cum, cumflation if you squint, oral sex, deepthroating his tongue, rough sex, biting, a bit of blood and blood licking, Shang Tsung being a nasty creep, descriptions of canon typical gore at the very beginning

A/N: this thing kicked my fucking ass. I was intending on having this up before or on Halloween but that didn't happen. But monster fucking time is all the time for me so I figured who cares. Also yes, I know that reptiles most likely don't have knots, but that's what ended up happening. AO3 link.

*I have marked this as dubious consent since neither participants are particularly coherent enough to give very informed consent. The reader is drugged and Syzoth reacts to their scent. So I can't really in good consciousness not mark this as a little dubious.

I had been a prisoner of Shang Tsung for years. He enjoyed toying with me the most. My favorite subject as he called me. I was usually spared from the most gruesome experiments. But I was forced to listen, to watch all of them. Maybe that was his grand scheme. He just wanted to see how long it would take before I asked for death. Syzoth and I had grown to be close in our joint imprisonment. Our punishments were similar and maybe that’s why we’ve bonded. He was often with me or retrieved me from my cell to watch the newest experiment. One of these was a body strung up, multiple heads, limbs, intestines all hanging from one being, all writhing in pain. Syzoth was there with me, crouched so I could lean on him, his hand rubbing my back, the other hand holding my hair as I vomited. Shang Tsung had just laughed as I shook, tears puddling on the disgusting floor. After that, I only saw him when he wanted me to watch his next piece of work. It was always Syzoth at my cell after that, his face downcast as he unlocked my door. 

But today was different. It was Shang Tsung who appeared at my cell door, blood dripping from his chin. “Good evening my sweet,” he chirped. He unlocked my cell with a clang and moved in, cornering me, the dampness of the walls sinking through my dirty clothes. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. There was a manic glint in his eyes as he evaluated me. “Are you ready for your medicine?” 

“Wha-“ I mumble, eyes immediately locked onto a syringe in his hand as he held it up. The liquid inside was a fluorescent pink. There was a cruel smile plastered on his face. “N-no,” I gasped. I wanted to struggle, to fight against his weak grip, but my body was frozen in fear. I had grown too comfortable, too assured that I was immune to his brutality. All I could do was watch as the needle lowered to my neck, hissing at the sting when the tip pierced through my skin. He squeezed the plunger and I could feel something warm rush through me. I let out a whimper. The smile grew. 

“You’ve always been such a loyal subject.” Shang Tsung spun me, shoving my face against the grimy walls. He strapped my wrists together. The leather cuffs bit viciously into my skin. Blood flow was cut off by the time I was out of my cell. He led me through his experiments, chuckling at their pleas for help. I kept my eyes down, watching blood swirling in the drains. “Don’t look so glum my sweet.” We reached the stairs. Confusion rippled through me. No other prisoner had ever been taken up to rest of the sorcerer’s tower.  A sudden urge to fight gripped me and I tried to wriggle from his grip. “Stop,” he snapped, the sharp blades along his wrist digging into my ribs. “I’m being incredibly nice to you, don’t take my kindness for granted.” The blades pricked my skin and I yelped in pain, feeling the warm blood dripping down my side. 

I gave a meek nod. I wouldn’t be able to escape the symptoms of whatever he injected me with so struggling was pointless. I allowed him to drag me up the sweeping curve of stairs. It was the first time I had seen sunlight in almost a year. I hadn’t smelt such clean air since my capture. I tried to take in everything around me. The cluttered tables full of vials and papers, the bookshelves creaking under heavy tomes, the shafts of dusky sunlight filtering through the high windows. But Shang Tsung led me even higher, pulling me up a much smaller staircase. The spiral was tight and I grew dizzy the farther we went up.

Something…heavy was settling in me. I felt itchy as sweat collected on my lower back. My breath was shallow, chest constricted. My foot caught on a stair and my knee cracked against the stone. Pain shot through me and I gasped. But Shang Tsung dragged me to my feet. “Almost there my sweet, then I’ll let you free.” Mercifully there was one last curve before we came face to face with a heavy wood door. Along one side was a plate of metal, strange markings carved into it. The sorcerer hummed something in a language I couldn’t understand before the door swung open. 

It was a bedroom. The blades were against my neck before I could even think about struggling. My mind was becoming hazy and thick. I could feel my temperature rising slowly but steadily. With the weapons still against my skin, his deft fingers undid my bondage. Then he kicked me, hard, into the room, and I crumpled to the stones under me. The door slammed shut with a deafening clang. 

I rubbed sweat from my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was sparse. A small table in a corner, only occupied by a metal jug, a wardrobe next to it. A colossal bed dominated most of the cramped space. There were no windows around the circular room, only small ones at the top of the roof. My legs were like water under me as I rose to them. I took a few shaking steps toward the table and found the jug full of water. I greedily took a sip, sighing as I felt the cold liquid seep through my overheating body. I quickly crossed to the wardrobe and found a white nightdress. I instantly shed my clothes, knowing that Shang Tsung was watching me in some way but not caring. I had been in the same garments for years and was only allowed to shower every few months. I stripped the pillow case off a spare pillow, using it as a makeshift wash rag. The water felt heavenly against my warm skin. 

Once I was as clean as I could be and in the fresh nightgown, I collapsed onto the bed. I hadn’t felt the firmness of a mattress since I was captured. Tears welled up as I rubbed my face into the sheets, savoring the silk, even if they were a little scratchy. I rolled around, wrapping myself in the blanket, giggling like a child. I knew that this happy moment was fleeting. Shang Tsung had most likely poisoned me and I knew my death was close. I buried myself into the bed, ignoring my growing heat, waiting for Shang Tsung to return. To finish whatever cruel experiment I was in. 

I could only tell that time had passed by the tiny windows. The sun was dimming, perhaps an hour had gone by. 

Something was wrong. 

Sweat pooled under me on the silky bed sheets. There was a burning between my legs that made my body weak. My stomach ached. Tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming want in me. My hands were trembling as they drifted up my thigh, the night gown dragging up my skin. I was desperate to ease the pain but I could feel eyes on me. My throat was dry as I began to pant. 

All I could think about was sex. Images of half formed people touching me, kissing me, licking me filled my head. I wanted someone with me bad enough that I could almost taste them. My hand reached the apex of my thighs. It moved as if possessed, going straight to my clit. My back arched from the bed as searing pleasure rippled through me. I chased after the feeling. My fingers slid over the bundle of nerves, the area already sopping wet, unable to find enough friction to ease anything. Frustration built in me. I wasn’t even able to properly work on myself. But I couldn’t stop. 

I needed more. 

I grabbed the bare pillow next to me, smooshing it into a firm arch, before climbing on top of it. My hips settled down and I moaned at the contact of the rough fabric against me. Before I could stop myself, feel some sort of shame, my hips started to grind against the pillow. It felt so fucking good. It took me mere moments before I came but I kept going. Nothing was cooling this burn in me. After the second, third, fourth orgasm, my hips kept grinding, growing frenzied. The pillow was soaked under me, the nightgown sticking to my skin. 

That’s when I heard the heavy door open. My eyes were barely able to open as I moved them to the entrance. I could see two people. One was broader with long hair, while the other was thin with a splash of green. Shang Tsung and Syzoth. Tears of embarrassment stung my eyes. I had no idea what I must look like to Syzoth. Probably pathetic, disgusting. I couldn’t see Syzoth’s expression but I could hear Shang Tsung’s harsh voice. “Deliver the food.” Syzoth took a few small steps inside. Then Shang Tsung gave a spine chilling laugh and the door snapped shut behind him. 

Syzoth immediately put the tray of food down roughly on the table before pounding his fists on the door. “Shang Tsung! Let me out!!” I bit my lip to hold back my cry as a fifth useless orgasm ripped through me. There was no noise from the other side of the door. Syzoth was stuck in here with me. His forehead pressed against the door, fists tight. 

“Syzoth,” my words were weak and even with my tear blurred eyes, I could see him shiver. “I don’t know what’s wrong ah with me.” He turned slowly, hands clasped over his face. I could hear the rattle of his throat as he took deep breaths through his mouth. “Syzoth, please, help me.” I never thought that I would need to ask this of him. 

The Zaterran was holding on to his control, but it was quickly crumbling. The smell was overloading all of his senses. It was thick and sweet, like he was drowning in honey. He couldn’t stop staring at the way his friend’s hips ground against the pillow between their plush thighs. Or the little gasps falling from their lips. The way that suffocating smell spiked every time they looked at him. He had never been so hard, it was painful how quickly his dick had swelled. People accused Zaterrans of being just animals, nothing but freaks of nature. It was completely untrue. But Syzoth felt like an animal now. The only two words running through his mind were fuck and breed. 

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, “I can’t, please, I need more.” My thighs were shaking as I tried to chase another orgasm. A hand brushed away a sweaty lock of my hair. I looked up at my friend, bottom lip trembling. His eyes were wide, the pupils in slits, but still so tender as he looked down at me. His skin was faintly green and his chest shuddered, nostrils flaring. 

“Don’t say sorry,” Syzoth murmurs, “not your fault.” His hands are tracing over my face, following the curves of my jaw. “I can’t,” he swallows hard, “I don’t think I can control myself. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I trust you,” I was trying to beg and assure at the same time. I turn and litter sloppy kisses on the hands cupping my face. “I trust you Syzoth, please.” I wait for him to give me anything, anything to show he wants this. He offers a small nod. My hands reach out immediately, undoing his clothes with my shaking fingers. Syzoth helps me with his more complicated garments. Much to my annoyance, he doesn’t jump on me immediately once he’s naked before me. My hips stall as I take him in, eyes dragging over his chest, the curves of the pitch black tattoo along his skin. I follow the lines at his waist but I can’t see more before he pinches my chin, dragging my face back to his. Something about the way he’s standing, looming over me like I’m prey, makes fear leak into my all consuming heat. 

Then one of his hands buries itself in my damp hair. With a yank, he pulls my head back, baring my neck to him. The surprising roughness makes my empty pussy clench. He buries his nose against my racing pulse point, taking a deep breath of my scent. I want to beg for him, but I stay still under him. His tongue, forked and so long, slithers out from his lips. The muscle trails down my throat before tracing my collar bones. 

“Taste good,” he mumbles once his tongue is behind his teeth. “Lay down.” I do so without complaint, tossing my wet nightgown aside, leaving me bare to his eyes. The pillow soaked in my juices lands next to my head with a thump when Syzoth throws it. I can’t control myself and immediately start trying to rub my very tender clit. Syzoth kneels in front of me, eyes laser focused on my hand. I’m finally able to get a good look at him. His cock was flushed a dark green, pearls of pre cum dripping from the tip. My thighs spread wide in an attempt to draw him closer. 

It works. 

He dives between my legs with a groan. That long tongue of his works into me and I can feel the tip reach deep inside me. “Yes!!” I cry out as a low groan rumbles from his chest. My hips frantically buck against his face. His tongue pushes and stretches in me, swirling like he’s trying to taste every bit of my fluttering channel. It only takes a few nudges against his nose for me to fall apart under him. “So good! Syzoth!” He drinks the rush of liquid like he’s dying of thirst. His strong arms lock around my hips to keep me still. I can feel the pinpricks of sharp nails on my stomach as he holds me. His tongue seems to grow even larger in me as he continues his thorough exploration. “Syzoth,” I beg, “please I need you to fuck me. Please.” Another low hum that sends ripples up the bed. “P-please,” my voice tilts and my toes curl at the feeling. “Not enough,” I pant, hands gripping his hair. But he refuses to move, tongue prodding at me. I writhe under him, thighs squeezing tight around his head. The tender flesh there could feel small scratches of scales. My nipples ache for stimulation and I was all too willing to oblige, tweaking at them with cruel tugs. 

He pulls another brutal orgasm from me, my cry of pleasure shaking as my back arches. He rumbles in appreciation. “Please!” I wail but my hips continue to seek release, grinding mercilessly against his face. Finally he loosens his grip on my hips and snakes his way up my body. His sticky tongue trails up me as well, covering me in my own mess. I can barely register the smattering of green on his skin, small patches of scales like a rash, before I draw his lips to mine. The kiss is messy and frantic, spit quickly collecting at the corner of our lips. Then that wicked tongue forces itself into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. It presses against my teeth, filling my mouth completely. My eyes roll back as I pathetically whimper. 

Syzoth’s hands move to my thighs, ghosting down my calves before easing them over his shoulders. The stretch is harsh, his weight pushes down on me only adding an extra ache. But that pain is quickly erased. I’m nearly giddy with relief when I feel the head of his cock notch against me. He gives my hips a caring squeeze before he plunges into me in one powerful thrust. I practically scream although his tongue muffles any noise. One of those deep purrs makes his chest vibrate against mine. There are three ridges along the underside of his cock. The extra pressure makes my eyes roll back. His hands plant themselves next to my head as his hips start a vicious pace. The part of me that was awakened by Shang Tsung’s ‘medicine’ screams in happiness. But I can’t make any noise. 

The Syzoth I know, so gentle and kind, is completely gone. He pounds into me with unnatural strength. The forked end of his tongue works farther into my mouth and I gag as it works its way down my throat. The ridges along his cock drags against my puffy walls and my thighs shudder at the feeling. I’m trapped completely under him, unable to adjust my hips, not even able to moan for him. I can barely feel that building tension in my stomach before I’m coming around him. The relief is staggering. My hands grab at the only things I can reach, his wrists, and dig my nails into the skin. The sting only seems to encourage him as his chest vibrates again. 

Drool is pooling in my mouth and I wretch, nails piercing his skin in a silent plea. Syzoth’s tongue retreats and I gratefully suck down air. “Warm,” he hisses. His voice sounds deeper than normal. It should scare me. I had seen his true form before, huge and scaly, with rows of razor sharp teeth. My mind is messy with desire, not even able to understand the potential danger. But I wasn’t lying. I did trust Syzoth. He has grown to be the only bright spot in my life of torture. “Soft. Wet.” 

“Y-yes,” I gasp. I can feel something firm nudging against me on each deep plunge. I’m desperate for it, whatever it is, but it almost seems like Syzoth won’t allow it in. But every time it presses against me, he lets out a weak growl. His face nuzzles against my sweaty cheek, tongue tracing random circles along my throat. “Fuck, I, fuck,” I babble, my orgasm quickly approaching. 

Syzoth swelling inside me tips me over the edge. He was already a decent size and with the added ridges, he became mind melting. But then I feel him grow to nearly double. His cock is suffocating now, stealing my breath away on every weak jerk. The ridges become hard and whatever is at the base of his cock grows along with it. If not for the potion, I would be torn. But the extra weight and girth of him inside wrenches a sob from me. Tears spill from my closed eyes at how full I feel. The strain on my legs is greater, my ankles resting on shoulders instead of my knees. Syzoth’s purrs are deeper now. His tongue flicks out to lick away the salty tears before his face lifts from my cheek. I open my blurry eyes to look at him. Only one eye is still human-like, the rest is fully Zaterran. So many teeth I think deliriously. I hear a rip next to me and see the hand on the dirty pillow has changed, his sharp nails tearing the fabric. His brows are scrunched and I can feel the tightness in his wider shoulders. “Too big,” he growls, his voice a rough hiss, “hurt you.” I whine, wiggling my hips the best I can under him. 

“More,” I whisper. “Give me everything, Syzoth.” He hesitates, drawing his hips back a bit. The lowest ridge eases out of me with a wet squelch. All I can do is just shiver under him, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open. He repositions my legs so my feet are back on the mattress. His waist has expanded so much that my knees are nearly flat to the bed to accommodate him. My tired hips immediately start pushing against him. He’s just so big that I would need to use more force than I have in me to fuck myself properly. “Please,” I look up, intending to kiss him senseless, to convince him that he needs to fuck me. But I’m confronted with his Zaterran form, which doesn’t include lips. That doesn’t deter me. My lips find their way to his neck, covering it in sloppy, wet kisses. My teeth snag on his armored skin, unable to break through but biting down nevertheless. This time his hum is so loud that my ears ache and my entire body buzzes. “I trust you, remember?” He presses his rough skinned forehead against mine, tongue flicking out to lick my lips. Something heavy hits the mattress, making swishing noises. Curious, I glance over his shoulder to find a tail thicker than I am flicking back and forth. 

His big arm snakes under my hips, hauling my body close to his. The other arm braces itself along my spine, his long fingers burying into my hair. The nails scratch deliciously against my scalp and goosebumps erupt on my skin. His chest is cool to the touch. I savor it against my too hot skin. The rest of his cock is pulled from me before he stalls again, just the head remaining inside. I groan, feeling completely empty without him. He slowly drives back in and I wince at the sting. He continues with this maddeningly timid pace, drawing wonton moans from me each time he works into my sensitive pussy. But I’m only growing more desperate. The tender care is doing nothing to calm the burning heat in me. “Syzoth,” I sob, “stop being so nice!” 

Syzoth lets out a hiss and rams back into me. I make a strangled noise, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails ripping uselessly at his skin. He snaps into me with near cruelty. But fuck it feels so good. I can barely breathe with his thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest on every brutal jerk. The ridges along his massive cock rub against my hypersensitive walls. “I-oh-so big,” my voice is weak, nonsense falling from my chapped lips. Syzoth nuzzles his cheek against mine again, a low rumble starting in his chest. The arm around my hips lifts them just a little higher and the adjustment brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes as an orgasm burns through me. I quake under him, an obscene amount of liquid seeping from me, soaking his scaly stomach and the bed under us. Syzoth just growls in appreciation and continues to fuck me, his hips showing absolutely no hesitation. 

I feel delirious. The pleasure is all consuming. It mixes with the heady heat inside me and creates an intoxicating cocktail. Lightning crackles down my veins as I grow closer and closer, never able to come down from the constant high. Syzoth’s tongue flickers out from his lips, tracing my skin, humming at the taste of my sweat. “So pretty.” I attempt to reply but my voice is lost when his needle-like teeth catches on the tender skin of my neck. Hot sticky blood trickles from the cut. His hips pause. Puffs of his breath tickle my neck as he inhales the scent of my blood. I hold my breath, freezing under him. The tips of his teeth drag over my shoulder, more bubbles of blood oozing in their wake. There was only a faint sting as he cuts my skin. 

“Syzoth…?” I whisper. His long tongue collects up the crimson drops. A moment of silence crawls by. Then he begins to shiver, the rumbling in his chest growing louder. I can feel him twitch and throb in me. He drives back into my tender pussy with a sudden insatiable hunger. I wail at the feeling. His teeth take up residence along my right shoulder, leaving behind minuscule pricks. The combination of his massive cock pounding into me and the tingle of pain leaves me quivering under him once again, even more liquid gushing from me.

Szyoth growls, his nails digging into my flesh where they laid. “Close,” he huffs. I nod, coherent speech having left me several orgasms ago. He extracts himself from me and I whimper pathetically at the void he leaves behind. With a twist of his massive arms, I’m placed on my stomach, hips propped up into the air. My legs are weak, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping me up. I can’t even use my arms to hold myself up and just let my shoulders rest against the mattress. Syzoth’s big hands wrap around my waist before driving back into me. The noise that rips from my throat is inhuman as my eyes squeeze shut. 

The ridges. 

The new potion allows them to drag across my sweet spot on every single movement. Syzoth could just freeze completely and I wouldn’t be able to stop coming around him. But he was too far gone for that. Harsh hisses and spits echoed around the room, mingling with the wet slap of our skin together. My mouth hangs open, a steady trail of drool seeping out. I was beyond caring. It felt like my body was built for this. To be fucked so completely that I could never experience this euphoria anywhere else. Orgasms seemed to wash over me, so many waves of white hot bliss that they were indistinguishable from one another. The only tell way I could even tell one had occurred were Syzoth’s growls as I clenched around him. His thrusts were becoming deeper, but just a bit slower, losing their brutality. “C-closer?” I slurred. 

The bed shook as he adjusted himself as if in answer. He stood on his feet instead of his knees, placing them on either side of my hips. Then his broad chest covered my back, smooth scales against my sweat soaked skin, as he brushed hair away from my neck. “Yes, fill you up so nice,” his breath fanned across me, the tip of his tongue lashing at rouge sweat drops. 

Then his jaw snapped around the column of muscle. 

I should have been scared. Terror should have so easily cut through the high I was experiencing. But the only thing in my desired riddled mind was how wonderfully the pain complimented the feeling of his cock in me. The very tips of his teeth were what had sunk into my flesh. If he wanted to kill me, he would have. That very simple explanation was all I needed to let out a high pitched gasp at the feeling.

Syzoth only had a few more determined thrusts in him before he plunged in deep with a snarl. The large swell at the base of his cock finally wedged in me and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming. It was huge, nearly double his already massive girth. Then he started coming. Load after burning hot load was dumped into me. I gasped and writhed, hips trying to pull away. It was too much. But Syzoth just gave a grunt, his jaw tightening in warning. I stilled obediently. His hand is glued to my stomach and I whined at the feeling, tears pouring from my eyes. The pleasure was beginning to be tinged with aches and pain. It seemed Shang Tsung’s potion was fading. Syzoth began purring. It traveled up and down my spine like a struck bell. 

An eternity later, Syzoth finally stopped spilling himself into me. I felt full to bursting. But he didn’t seem to notice as his hand continued to rub at my stomach. “Syzoth,” I croaked, my throat painfully dry. “Can you pull out?” 

“Can’t,” he grumbled, “knot.” He gave a small thrust, the huge knot, as I now knew, stuffing it in just a fraction more. I whimpered. “Has to go down.” He never stopped rubbing my stomach. His jaw finally loosed from my neck, tongue going to lapping up the blood. I winced at every brush of the muscle. These punctures were clearly a little deeper than before and they stung as he licked over them. Once I was deemed clean, his forehead was planted between my shoulder blades. “So full,” he whispered, as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. “So pretty.” I gave a weak noise of thanks. Exhaustion was fogging my brain, seeping into my limbs, turning them to lead. 

We laid like this for what felt like hours. Despite the dull pain of the bites and the thudding ache in my core, it felt nice to be held. Comfort was hard to find in the depths of the dungeons. I had missed the kind touch of another being. The skin against me subtly shifted from smooth scales to calloused flesh. Syzoth shrunk in me, streams of his sticky cum running down my thighs, even up my stomach. But he didn’t let go of me, his strong arm keeping me close. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” he whispered against my back, pressing delicate kisses along my spine. “Are you okay?” 

“Sticky mostly,” I whispered back and Syzoth huffed. “But I’m okay, sore but not in pain. Just need to sleep.” He hummed in agreement. I shivered when cold air rushed over my back as he leaned away from me, allowing my body to flop to the bed. I could hear his feet slapping against the stone floor as he moved somewhere. There was a soft slosh of water before his rough fingertips grazed my shoulder. 

“Drink this.” I prop myself up on my elbow, tired eyes opening. Syzoth was holding out a small metal cup and I gratefully took it, gulping down the crisp water in a single go. He smiled as I did, hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Want some food?” He glanced over his shoulder to the tray he had brought in. “It’s not much though.” I shook my head, rolling to be flat on my back. 

“I don’t think I would be able to keep it down. Lay here?” Syzoth didn’t need any more prompting, circling to the otherside of the bed, snaking under the covers. I was too weak to join him and sleep rapidly washed over me. 

Shang Tsung’s lips quirked as he took in the sight from his hidden peephole. His little experiment had worked better than he could have ever hoped. With Syzoth’s special abilities, perhaps half human Zaterrans were possible. He glanced down at his pocket watch. Two hours had passed since his sweetest prisoner was injected. He would allow them an hour of sleep. He needed them somewhat rested before he flooded the room with even more of the precious pink smoke. 

He hoped for babies soon.

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