Quite the opposite

“Actually, we want to become slaves,” you tell him. For some reason he is sympathetic to you. Perhaps becoming his personal **** would actually be a good idea. A way to avoid to be handled by a sadist. Or to become living furniture.

“Why not be my slaves then?” he asks.

“We would be glad actually,” you nod. Alongside with Elena.

“Glad to hear it,” he says. He gets a strange bottle and a patch of cloth out of his backpack, and he hands them to the **** on his right. She opens the bottle with a smile, then proceeds to walk behind you humming a strange tune with her slender voice.

You find yourself wondering if this is actually a good idea. But you already agreed to be his ****. So you decide to just go with it.

“I’m actually able to make my own contracts, so it is not a thing we have to worry about,” he says. ”Just stay still, and we will take care of everything.”

The **** steps to Elena, and pushes the cloth to her mouth. She remains still for a few seconds, then she falls **** on the ground. Then it is your turn: The cloth is pressed to your mouth, and you feel a wet patch on your skin and a horrendous smell in your nostrils. Nevertheless, you have to take a breath at one point, so you do, and everything goes dark.