I had warned these two to stop bullying my brother. They hadn’t listened though. Maybe it’s because they are racists, who knows. I may not look intimidating, but I’m also no pushover. I have special gifts, and a cruel streak when I get mad. Now that I have them tied up and have the rest of the world convinced they’re dead, it’s time to start training them for their new lives of servitude. I can’t wait to break in their asses. And once they’re good and broken, I’ll let my brother come in and choose which one he wants to keep as a slave. The other I’m going to keep.
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