More, Please!

It’s barely a whisper but you hear it.

“More, please!”

“What’s your name, girl?”

She shudders. “Peaches, Mistress.”

“Are you enjoying yourself, Peaches?”

“Yes, oh yes! Mistress.”

Grace caresses the welts on her back. “She’s a natural.”

“Would you like to feel the ultimate pain my dear and become one of us?”

She shudders and nods vigorously. “Please, yes.”

“What do think, Grace, having a willing guide to help fit in might be useful.”

“We have no allies here. It can’t hurt to have a few friends.”

“Very well.”

You take a bit of black blood and flick it at her. It hits her face. She begins to shriek as the blood spreads out. It freezes her face in a scream and spreads. Soon she looks like an obsidian statue.

“How long, Mistress?”

“My transformation took days, but she is far less than me, far less than either of us. It will take only a few hours.”

You both feed deeply on her pain. Soon the statue begins to crack.