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It was like a oversized aquarium. \n\nTyrone grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, while Nith put up a ladder. He was able to carry her up the ladder, as if she would weigh nothing. Still without any of them having said a single word, he carelessly threw her inside the tank. The air was pressed out of her lungs by the impact, as she fell on her back and had to lay there for a few moments to recover. Tyrone didn't wait to set up the top panel of the tank with the help of Nith. It was a perfectly fitting metal plate, with two long thin openings, to small to even fit a finger in it, but enough to provide air supply in an otherwise now airtight sealed tank. \n\nFinally Tyrone was it who spoke up: “Well, it seems your worthless cunt found a way out of our caring hands. We got a message from the slave game show and it seems you have a sister here, that wants to compete there to win you for her master. Let's say we're not necessarily delighted to give you away. They will come in around 24 hour to take you away and hold you on disposal, in case your sister will win. But be warned, if your sister loses we will get you back and believe me, if you have thought your life here was miserable the past years, then we will show you what miserable really means. As well as your sister, who will also be ours if she should lose. And knowing those games quite well, I want to add that it is likely for her to lose. But in the unlikely case that she will win, we want to make your last 24 hours here as uncomfortable as possible. Oh, and just that you know, those are time-locks, even if we'd want to we couldn't let you out before the 24 hours are over.” With an evil laugh he left the room together with his mate. \n\nHer sister? She was alive? Was it really possible? Her thoughts were a blur. Her whole body was shaking as tears filled her eyes. She sank to her knees. Her legs to weak to carry her body. She thought her sister was killed, as their ship got boarded. Was she really alive, was she really able to save her from those two bastards? Her sister of all people wanted to save her? It was always her, who protected and cared about her beloved younger sister, after their parents deceased so early. She the admiral and her sister the... \n\nHer thoughts were suddenly interrupted as water begun to flow out of the thick pipe in the back of the tank. Very cold water. And the container filled up quickly. Even a seasoned soldier like her could only react in one way in the given situation – with panic. She was hammering her fists onto the glass so hard that it hurt, but to no avail. After a few minutes only her head was above the waterline. She was still panicking, trying to scream for help. A few moments later she had to stand on the tip of her toes to get at least her nose out of the water. Her eyes were opened wide out of fear. And then suddenly it stopped. 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I always promised there will be more of them, and well here we start. A new picture and story about princess. I hope you enjoy and I intend to draw more of them. :)
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She awoke in her kennel, in the expectation to live another miserable day, as the slave dog of her sadistic masters. Only existing to receive pain and humiliation. As her masters, a very buff and muscular elephant named Tyrone and a tall black horse called Nith, approached, she knew that she was wrong. Judging by their facial expressions, they were both beyond mad. She knew nothing good could be in store for her today.
Wordlessly Tyrone grabbed her at her collar and yanked her out of the kennel. Relentlessly she got pushed forward inside the mansion and down the basement. She knew where she was lead by them. Into the dungeon. Much to often she was down here, in the past five years. They headed to a big tank, made out of thick glass. Only the top was left open. It was like a oversized aquarium.
Tyrone grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, while Nith put up a ladder. He was able to carry her up the ladder, as if she would weigh nothing. Still without any of them having said a single word, he carelessly threw her inside the tank. The air was pressed out of her lungs by the impact, as she fell on her back and had to lay there for a few moments to recover. Tyrone didn't wait to set up the top panel of the tank with the help of Nith. It was a perfectly fitting metal plate, with two long thin openings, to small to even fit a finger in it, but enough to provide air supply in an otherwise now airtight sealed tank.
Finally Tyrone was it who spoke up: “Well, it seems your worthless cunt found a way out of our caring hands. We got a message from the slave game show and it seems you have a sister here, that wants to compete there to win you for her master. Let's say we're not necessarily delighted to give you away. They will come in around 24 hour to take you away and hold you on disposal, in case your sister will win. But be warned, if your sister loses we will get you back and believe me, if you have thought your life here was miserable the past years, then we will show you what miserable really means. As well as your sister, who will also be ours if she should lose. And knowing those games quite well, I want to add that it is likely for her to lose. But in the unlikely case that she will win, we want to make your last 24 hours here as uncomfortable as possible. Oh, and just that you know, those are time-locks, even if we'd want to we couldn't let you out before the 24 hours are over.” With an evil laugh he left the room together with his mate.
Her sister? She was alive? Was it really possible? Her thoughts were a blur. Her whole body was shaking as tears filled her eyes. She sank to her knees. Her legs to weak to carry her body. She thought her sister was killed, as their ship got boarded. Was she really alive, was she really able to save her from those two bastards? Her sister of all people wanted to save her? It was always her, who protected and cared about her beloved younger sister, after their parents deceased so early. She the admiral and her sister the...
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