When jail's not good enough (Master Tiger vore)
The city guards, even if summoned to a ratty part of town like this, would merely glance at the still-warm and recently violated body of his victim and shrug.
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 3) Broken promises.
"i guess that leaves one future victim?" irene grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. "look, i want to keep _the phantom cat_as much as you do -maybe even more.
Strange Times, Preface-History(edited)
He had the chefs add a slow and painful poison that paralyzed the victims skeletal muscles within minutes of ingestion.
She Woke Up In The Woods
Wouldn't want to leave an unbound victim for too long, would you? she tried getting to her feet now. the moment she felt pressure on her ankle she cried out and fell. "shit," she said, breathing in quick gasps.
Journey (The Gate)
Still stand, awaiting their next victim.
Hunter vs Mindy Round 1
While there were some females that were victims their humiliation was much less as they were allowed to keep their fur or most of it. one poor wolf had the words prey shaved onto her back.
Objection
Who are we to judge which ones the victims are? i am the cynic, the one who asks these questions, no matter how callous. the irony then is that i too, inescapably judge and weigh our worth.
YCH Auction : The Crimes, Misdemeanours and Seductions of Sal'yashe, Volume 2
Then we've got three slots for heroes/victims who try and fail to stop the evil plots, or escape~!my usual commission tos apply. also, a few other things: -sal'yashe does not get hypnotised; it's not his role to play!
With Broken Hearts
#5 of poems written for the victims of the pulse shooting in orlando, florida.
Hopeless Desires - short poem
Now the master gazes, as the true victim falls, into the jaws of lies. the teacher stands tall, to spotlight these failures, so worthy learners see.
Sylph
Vessels of the voice and of music, carriers of truth and lie, invisible, invincible, infinite ever flowing and always touching like an old friend, like a young lover sometimes hateful, sometimes hurtful above victim's corpses do you even hover
Iraq (poem)
A war uneeded, begun on hate our children the ones, the victims of fate. they call it just, they call it true it is the red, in the white and blue. this poem is over, it's done, no more the same can't be said, about this terrible war.