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Misery had been feeling pretty smug with the turn of events.  Of course, the slave had no choice but to obey but he enjoyed the power trip of forcing her to do what he wanted.  It was amusing how dumb she was at so happily chewing on the crystal.  He hadn’t planned on Medusa hearing him which seemed evident by how she paused after he spoke.  Oh well, no point in hiding that thought from one of their own slaves.

Even as he watched the slave he twitched a bit in agitation as a toe was starting to itch but Misery ignored it.  The sensation was growing about his body and eventually was hard then impossible to ignore.  Misery stood up, scratching first at his neck, turning his head to chew at one side.  It was itching all over and it felt so deep!  With a growl of frustration, he lay down and started twisting and rolling on the ground as he tried to make the horrid sensation go away.  What the heck?? All he had done was tap the stupid thing.  

"Misery"