You wake refreshed.

You wake to find you have been bathed and dressed. Standing on 4” thick heeled open toe sandals you see someone has painted your toenails black as well. Your legs are encased in skin tight black leather pants that a quick turn in front of the mirror reveals a shiny gold zipper in back with a 1” golden hoop at the top. They sit very low on your sexy hips and feel great. Your midsection is bare and you see another new addition as well, a golden stud in your navel. A very small burgundy tank top covers your chest, barely. Over this you are wearing a sleeveless jacket, open in front, that is sort of armor, it is light supple leather with metal rings sewn into it all over, almost like chain mail. On your hands are long leather gloves, above the elbow, that don’t cover your fingers, but do have long plates on them presumably to block with.

“I am a sexy little man.” You say biting your slightly longer than you remember black painted fingernail, as you admire yourself in the mirror.

The door opens and a hulking mountain of a man that could be related to Edward is in the doorway. He wears brown work boots, heavy gloves, a big strong belt with a meat cleaver and a long dagger hanging from it, a leather thong that is simply bursting with cock, and a thick collar around his neck. “Come with me.” He says with very little inflection, almost robotic. He is completely hairless as well and his eyes are rather creepy, he is staring at you and doesn’t seem to be blinking.

“Where are we going?” You ask, then, “Who are you?”

He points out the door, “Go or I carry you.”