“Ugh…” You moaned, sunlight fluttering across your sensitive eyelids.
Birds chirping echoed in your ears like an angry swarm of bees. Are you awake, human? asked a voice, male, husky, low and calming yet frightening, in your head. You opened your eyes, yawning obnoxiously.
“Who said that?” you demanded, trying to sit up only to find you've been bound in vines.
Pink, white and red flowers crawled over your body, over your thighs and legs, tying them. Who ever did this must've been amazingly skilled in knot-tying. Something snapped, sending your heart pounding in your chest. “W-who's there?” You cringed at how weak and pathetic you sound.
It's me, answered the male voice. “Me who?” you called out frantically, squinting through bleary eyes. Me. the voice responded as a six-foot-two figure stepped out of the shadows.
A graceful, solid black stallion glided forward on his hind legs, dressed in a trench coat and a pair of tattered jeans. Sinewy muscles rippled beneath a gleaming black coat, burning eyes reflecting only fire burning a brisk-sized hole in your chest. The Stallion whipped his tail, swatting away annoying gnats.
He was beautiful. A pure black horn sat in the center of his forehead. Venus, enough. Untie her, the unicorn said briskly and the vines released. Thank God, you thought, sighing as you tenderly rubbed your throat. “Those vines hurt,” you whined.
The unicorn scowled at you. They weren't meant to hold a human down. he explained exasperatedly.You straightened your Hollywood Undead shirt so your belly wasn't showing. You noticed he'd been staring at your stomach and you felt self-conscious.
“What were they meant for then?” you asked innocently. The unicorn glanced back at you as he readjusted his black trench coat. To kill humans. he said casually. “Oh.”
“What's your name?” you asked after a while. He pushed aside some leaves and revealed an open area. “I have a deal for you, Misha,”
You were startled that he knew you're name.“In return for you trespassing my land, you'll be my love slave. You'll obey my every command,”
The last words sent excited shivers up your spine. You'd always wanted to know what a horse's cock looked like. “The name's Mocha, by the way,”
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