Amunent Black

You found yourself chained up. You look up at a woman dress in black. She smiles and get up

"Well look like my new pet has woken up" She Says
She skips over and rubs your hair. She put your chin under her hair

"Where am I" You say say but the ball gag muffles you.

She slaps you

"No talking Puppy. You Jobs is to make those magical tears...that keep my customers **** up and happy" She Says

She speaks in a exaggerated British Accent. She looks down at you. You shake in fear as you figure out who you are. Your the crier. A meta Human who tears are a ****, where people can experience pure love by taking.

"Hmmm My parties low on ****. I need a new batch" She Says